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A Letter To My Son Or Daughter

Let me say, 
I am not going to comfort you, 
With riches and gold, 
Nor am gonna keep you warm,
All the seasons with some reasons. 

I will not take you to school, 
Where wealthy and filthy play, 
Nor am gonna give you a phone, 
Having internet and pleasing tone. 

I will surely not sing of merry, 
Where you hear angels and fairy, 
Nor will speak of science, 
Who has lost the conscience. 

I will not say about the history, 
Where you have traders and leaders, 
Nor will I teach you the language, 
To quarrel and defend as a savage. 

Child listen to your Dad, 

I will show you the poverty,
Where riches are in them not in gold, 
I will keep you Cold , 
So that you become bold. 

I will teach you the lessons, 
How you must not play with people, 
I will allow you to talk and dance, 
Learn and run, scream and dream. 

I will sing the present urge, 
Of our nation and present world, 
I will teach you literature never science, 
To make you sensible and more of love. 

I will talk about people around, 
Where you see them, and become one, 
I will surely teach you the language not the tongue, 
But the language which all beings understand. 

Dedicated to the one yet to arrive. 

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar 

Dated 20/11/2017

Copyright © Abhimanyu Kumar S | Year Posted 2017

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