My Father

My father has last advice, When he was taking his last breath, Don’t befool a person, If he is already tired. I was holding his hand, And standing as a statue, Nurse came to me and asked, Are you alright? Sir. Grief was so powerful, I didn’t imagine, Tears started to kiss my cheeks, And throat was shying, What others will think about me? A grown up person is weeping, But why was he shocked? When he has sufficient to enjoy his life. He was a man in his entire life, He was always worry about me, He worked hard and cared for me, Is my child not weeping for a thing?