The Hearer Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair

This time we met at our rendezvous
He had a lot to say for his rubbishness
His denigration corroborated egalitarianism
I could read from his countenance
Something tapped his desire for bread and land
Being Philosophical, an easy act from plenties,
I advised him to work hard and hoard.
Whence? , he sighed, how can I?
His sinking into depression seemed to me
His hate and acrimony had mounted upon me
I thought of our childhood days
Where he was a son of a wretched
He still endures the peril, right from his father
I am lucky to be affluent from my ancestors
The great words rolled on to me
Some percentage must live in misery
It was their destiny, written by the Almighty
He cried, Father hadn't gathered anything
I was in his path, though desired differently
My son wants to be something high
My fate denies him even plain schooling
He will fail with the burden of the syllabus
Sans tuition, aid and subjects cracked,
Pulling out to the back row, he is made none.
Doctors will be born out of Doctors
Corporate will be born out of Corporate.
I will be born, though died, through him
Being egotistic, I thanked my forefathers.
For they made my son in Boarding school
While my friend sobs, I contrive a plot
How to keep my ward away from his son
Or, he shall hear his niggling at this place.