Madhukar Natvarlal Vachharajani Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Madhukar Natvarlal Vachharajani
I am blessed with a uncle.
His name is Madhukar.
Born in the same hamlet
Where I breathed my first.
He told me stories,
Of seven seas,
A land beyond of opportunities.
He was naked, ruthless, decent and true.
He was my parent always true.
D you know Piu, why I fell in love with you?
Madhu told me always there was a you.
Now whom do I thank?
Madhu or you?
I will thank Madhu because he showed me you.
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