When The Son Turns Out The Old Father Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When the son turns out the father
In his old age,
Where will he go,
Now say you
When we have grown
So selfish and self-centred,
When our relations have turned monetary?
When the son
Whom have you birth,
Reared and schooled
And grow up
And the same takes to your words not,
Hears you not at all,
Putting deaf ear to what you say,
Looks it not after,
What to say to,
To whom to say to
If the son turns into a bad boy?
Why not to blame it fate,
My fate, my destiny
Whatever call you,
Why not to blame it,
Hold it responsible
Rather than coaxing myself?