Once upon a time, three years ago,
He was a nerd, sleeping with books,
Dancing with ideas to write the thesis,
Pumping in the lab to talk with his specimens,
Dreaming of changing the world in a second,
Once he graduated in the gown and the scroll
Thinking of his stingy parents as old timers,
Assuming the society very backward and stone aged,

Windows of the world seemed to be locked,
Always felt the heat in the fuming acidic mind,
Readymade food was desirous and delicious.
I saw him, carrying his young son on the chest,
Still wearing the age old university trousers,
Bought using the money sent by the parents,
It was the eye hospital, where two years old has no task,
When the eye sight of the son is an issue,
I observed the true father erupts from the nerd.

Hugging the son tightly; precious than his degree,
The words are softened; even the voice is ironed,
The uniformity in the waves of behavior; wrapping,
His young son with the smooth cotton candy of hands,
made him to wear branded pants, shirts, shoes and cap,
The son was crying in pain, while the father sheds the tears,
Using the kindest words to console his young son,
When the nurse tried to put the drops, the father's face was sad,
We haven't lost our culture of being humane and responsible,
That young father has proved that we are on the right track.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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