FATHER AND SON

Let me tell you all, a story

of father and son

who lived happily

before the conflicts begun

Every Sunday morning they went for a walk

spent time having a man-to-man talk

Sitting on the bench at the sea-side

like friends meant to be together forever

Father and son

spent their time enjoying every moment together

Nearly in the afternoon, they used to return

Arm in arm, before the conflicts begun.

They used to sit on the couch, reading together

till lunch was served on the table

Then they used to spend time together

Munching their lunch, watching movies on the cable

The lady of the house was proud to see them as one

This was when the conflicts had not begun

One unfortunate day, the father lost his job

He decided to talk to his son about the lost job

That evening the son returned home, tired and exhausted

Father never realized that he would not be interested

As usual the father put his arm around his son

And the son put his arms around his father too,

But this was before the conflict begun.

When the son came to know

that his father is jobless now

He understood that the entire responsibility

would be on his shoulders now

Slowly his arm slipped down from his fathers shoulder

He walked a few steps away to avoid his father

The father did not know the things had changed

He walked to his son,

to have the things arranged.

"Oh father, you are an old man now,

Why don't you just stop following me around the house

Why don't you do something worth,

than just sit back jobless in the house!"

The father knew from experience, the things were different now

He knew it was time for him to step back now

He turned around to look at his wife, who,

as always, was standing by his side.

Every alternate day,

the discussion turned to the fathers' contribution to the house

One fine day, the father was seen dusting the furniture of the house

His wife came running to him and pulled the duster from his hand

She looked in his eyes and gently held his hand

She said, "He would understand soon,

what being a father means

wait till he gets married and has his own son

let him wait till he grows old and is said to be worthless by his own son"

The father, now tears in his eyes

looked at his wife and said

"Sweetheart, let this never happen"

~Akansha~

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