Father and son
Full thirteen years have passed since you died,
O! Papa, you left me alone,
But in this process, I have verified,
Convictions we had held, one by one.
At places you were right and I was wrong,
At places you were wrong and I was right.
At places both were in a corner tight,
At places things were like a song
You taught me compromises, I rebelled ,
We both were like the bulls locking horns,
And like the bloody fighting cocks excelled.
In using beak and claw and like spray thorns.
And since this world began son and feathers,
Have fought with horns, beaks, claws and feathers.
