THE PARTING WORDS
YOGESH G. NAIR
Some discussions,
And currency notes,
Are enough,
To let us be,
On different streets, my son,
You are young,
Tender, and playful,
And long
For my love and care,
But the efforts,
Of these men to earn,
Force mothers like me
To be away, from their kids,
Though the desire
To live and enjoy life,
With no greed or fight,
And let each day be,
Filled with love,
Charm and perfection
Is there in every cow,
We are helpless, son,
For we are timid and mute.