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When the child was born,
The father was next to him,
When the child wept
The father made him quiet.
The child was crawling,
But the father taught him to walk,
And child walked on his feet
Getting help from nobody now.
When he grew up,
He made his own dreams
Forgetting the dreams
Of his father which he made.
Running away from his father
Shattering all his dreams
Brought tears of blood in his eyes,
Living his own life with his wife,
Where he doesn’t have love for his nice father.
When the son was small,
Father lived from hand to mouth
But he put his son in a school
Where he fulfilled his son’s dreams to study.
Oh, the father was not aware,
The son worked in a company
And fell in love with a girl,
The whole session ends then.
How can the father cry?
When he never did bad with his son,
He simply did his duty
For his beloved son,
And one day he will leave the world,
Forgetting his own son.
How can the son progress?
When the father is dead,
All the blessings he received
Went with his father forever.
16-07-2008
Pushkar Bisht
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