JANU TO TNHA NA JANU MAI
SANG MERE TERA KHYAL AAYE
BUS YNHI TMANA HAI DIL KI
JAB BHI SOCHE TU MUJHAKO
TERE OTHO PE MUSKAN AAYE.....♥

TERE KWABO KO PALKO PE SAJANE CHALA HOON
TERE YADO KO DIL ME BASANE CHALA HOON
NA JANU KON HOON MAI.....
ESTRAH TUJHAME KUDKO BHULANE CHALA HOON....♥

April is retirement time
Triple hot memory stream
Of months that March close behind
Febru and Janu very kind
Not far still to remember
The days of cool December
The long talks in your chamber
The sweet eves of November
Not to mention the embers
Of love that warm up members
May be rain or hay day noon
July finds an all wet June
But days come like August guests
And busy with just inquests

Time turns September Rians
forget-me not, you asters
Full of morning glory stares
You Octogenarians
All contain within a span
Of sweet memory expanse
You too collecting pension
After superannuation.

Its nice to see you colleagues
Always glad without fatigue
Chatting and pat the other
Cracking jokes on your attire
The young baby look you wear
And the nursery kid's fire.

Its all fare and just affair
One more phase to maneuver
In the course of your orbit
On face of earth to be fit
To gain and do maximal
Service  to its proximal

April too is time to thank
For the net balance in bank
And set your mind on the crank
And care for fitness and fun
To re-register and run
The vehicle with new paint
Not to shuttle and to taint
Nor to settle in confine
But to scuttle along nature
To look and learn and nurture
And listen to the pristine
Wisdom from the Lord divine.
Thanks to you all who retire
And wish you keep up the fire!

In every kiss and breath and word
Is laced
A question.
Stitched carefully, delicately in.

Do you always love me?
(Every second, minute, hour?)

How long will you stay?
(Stay forever, janu,
But go if you're going.)

When will your ripe passion for me return?
(Not for my body, but for my heart,
My love.)

Never is there an answer.

Because its true.

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