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THE STORY OF AN OLD MAN THAT REFLECTS THE ENTIRE SOCIETY

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,
the remaining days of my life span are very few.
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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