Father And Son Poem by Xelam Kan™

My son, young and in love too, and ripples of laughter run
on his face, especially when he's copying his dreams;
and he thinks he is invincible (to be in TEEN, is such a blessing
that embellishes life as fragrance a flower) . Till now he gets
smiles and is immune to all fears unspeakable, and I pray
he shouldn't know 'life is an unutterable hell', and wouldn't step
into his father's footsteps. I've lived many lives, but non was mine.
Now I lie ghostlike in solitude, and see woes,
like a boomerang, after me. Ah! how can i praise
life's adjectives sore.I hate to see cat plays with mice.