Shayari Bazar

I was moving with a couple of thoughts Straight to the market with steady trots Hustle bustle of the market shaked my head To bring a doll, that she loved the best Or was it a hat, on which she protest I was moving with a couple of thoughts Straight to the market with steady trots My wife asked for flowers with buds newborn To look beautiful she wants herself to adorn Oh ya ! i had to take medicine for my father He must be waiting for me rather I was moving and moving in a shimmering night To fulfil my daughter?s plight Further was waiting for me a mishap There was a BLAST when i openend the flap I was moving and moved so far My friends and family now looks me in a star My daughter still waiting holding my pic so tight Still on the terrace on that freezing night?