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Legacy
Contemptuous
While leaving village for thirty years
Accompanying my son to New York
Found a bawling child in a street
Bare feet, dirty addressed, threatening look
We could not compromise on his
Soul was hanged on sharp hook
Took him and played arbitrary role
Result gave me piercing shock
Finally was charged with blame
Of opening his confidence- lock
Had to leave him seeping tears
I received my son thankful cry
How wonderful life under shady oak
Returning village, found child place
His shrieking father had took
I wished him a kindful son
He yelped rudely, don’t poke
Don’t favor them but the best way
Is setting them in oxen yoke
We exchanged our lovely glances
Our love made us happy look.
zaeem yousaf
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