My son’s back home
From a stroll in fresh, open air
Before I wake up in the morning
Yesterday, he stepped into my office
And said,”father, how do you call
‘sahib’ to such dwarfs?
And before I could utter a word in reply,
He kept his palm on my lips.
On his way back, he added,
“how did you put up so lonf?
I wont take up any job whatsoever;
I wont lead the kind of life a eunuch lives
Gas’ll emit,whatever I kick”.
Son,
Nothing’s been right with us as ever.
You have bright prospectus ahead.
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