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| Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002 |
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Everything doth pass away
There is danger in delay
Every grape of vine
Is gladly bruised to make me wine
Only bend thy knee
Thy wooing shall thy winning be
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Then there is the peace of mind
At the closing of the day
That comes with easy conscience
That we have done the best we may
But the lasting kind of peace
Comes from deep within
It grows to win
A peace with life itself
That runs along life's way
It never lets you down
But grows from day to day
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Let your old age be childlike
And your childhood like old age
that is, so that neither
May your wisdom be with pride nor
Your humility without wisdom
I share the pages of one of his diaries here.
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| Jaswant Singh Matharu |
This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.
In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.
I share the pages of one of his diaries here.
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