guliver ki chauthi yatra

O Father!

O Father! When leaving this outworn dress
I’ll come weeping at your divine door-way
Will you not clasp me in loving embrace!
Your child, long lost in earthly play

Although, I did forget you father!
Engrossed in shining dolls of clay
I’m sure, you won’t forsake me hereafter
In the unknown land far, far away