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Khalid Khan

DON’T GO FATHER

Don’t die father time not ripe
for mangoes to fall in my lap,
crops won’t grow without water.

Who will pray for rain?
Who will tame man and horse,
milk the cow, guard the house?

I have work to do in the field,
you wanted many sons but got one,
I have many lovers but one spouse.

Like you I can’t resist pretty women,
I love them even if I don’t get them,
we both might still go to Heaven.

Don’t go father, wait till spring,
we shall trim the lawn together
and grow multi-colored flowers.

You can pluck as many as you want
and pass them on to kith and kin,
I want to tell you many things.

By day you slog in fields,
sing and dance in moonlit nights,
folks want to hear your tales.

What will they do without them?
How shall I achieve my aims?
I might get lost in winding lanes.

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