| Time to Weed the 'Need' |
Good
morning my dear son!
Hope you are
coping well with your one.
Today I have
decided to speak to you for,
I am not sure
if I brought you up well,
but I am
feeling sorry for the track in which you fell.
I have been
your dad for more than fifty years
and now I am
feeling bad for being a parent of yours.
I always
heard such words from my parents
but never
paid heed to them as I was busy listening to your complaints.
And now has
come my day
when I have
to accept his way.
Do you
remember, you could never speak fluently when you were an infant
and nor can
I, right at this moment.
You used to
crawl about the floor as a child
and so am I
with my eye-sight very mild.
You were
carried everywhere on my back
and today I
need those days back.
I cannot
carry your sons in my hands
but can do my
best to enlighten their minds.
It is time I
need you back with me for,
I can neither
sense nor see.
I cared for
you, dreaming of your future very vast,
But today you
are leaving me, forgetting your mighty past.
I don’t
desire any treasures from you
as the assets
I have given you are very few.
It is only a
shower of love I expect
as it is
something for which one doesn’t need to be an expert.
I agree with
your deeds as I have done the same
but I beg
your mercy as it is my turn that ca me.
I may not be
able to satisfy any of your needs
but I request
to weed the word need from your deeds.
Please
consider this old man as your responsibility for,
it is me who
taught you a bit of humanity.
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