On His First Visit

On his first visit, Everyone was advising him, Tearing and embarrassing him, And thinking he is going abroad. He enjoyed everyone’s affection, Loving and kind feelings, He never realised them, There is something different they hide. Labour was his priority, The education and welfare for a family, A good living house, And few more luxuries were main ego. First few years he worked very hard, And look after his family on motherland, When he got his own family, He never thought he is a foreigner. He goes to enjoy his holidays, When his natives and relatives, Demands money from him, He feels as they are blood sucker. When someone objects him on a road, Or remarks him to remind his separation, He abused them and proves his patriotism, Look at my children, they aren’t foreigner. I worked hard and paid tax, I never stood up in a doll queue, As you enjoyed your idleness and blaming, I am originally different from abroad. Why do you remind me? I forget my childhood, I am getting old, why do you tease me? This is my age I want to live in peace.