-NIMISH INAMDAR
TROUBLED A PERSON VERY DEEP IN A THOUGHT,
WILL HIS SON FIGHT THE WAY HE FOUGHT?
TO WHICH CAREER HE WOULD LIKE TO EMBRACE?
TO ALL SUCH QUESTIONS HE HAD TO FACE.
STRUCK AN IDEA IN HIM TO FIND,
THE ROUTE OF INTEREST IN HIS SON’S MIND.
SO THAT HE CAN HELP HIM TO MOVE AHEAD,
AND SUCCESS TO HIM BE EASILY LED.
MADE SOME SPACE FOR A LONG TABLE, IN THE ROOM OF HIS SON,
BOUGHT SOME THINGS AND PLACED THEM ONE BY ONE,
AND PRETENDED TO BE OUT OF THE HOME,
SO THAT, THE SON FELT, HE IS ALONE.
HE ENTERED THE ROOM WHICH HE USED TO LOVE,
UNAWARE OF HIS FATHER SNEAKING THROUGH WINDOW,
HE PICKED UP THINGS ONE BY ONE,
MAKING HIS FATHER HIS CAREER LEARN.
FIRST HE PICKED UP THE PACK OF CARDS,
THE THING WHICH WAS TO BELIEVE – VERY HARD.
THEN HE STARTED PLACING THEM,
AS IF HE WAS PLAYING A GAMBLING GAME.
THEN HE PICKED UP THE MEDAL OF HIS FATHER,
AS TO PEOPLES’ GRIEVENCES HE USED TO BOTHER.
AND GAVE IT SUCH A PROUD LOOK,
AS TO PEOPLES’ SERVICE HE WOULD HIMSELF HOOK.
THEN TURNED HIS ATTENTION TOWARDS THE BOTTLES OF RUM.
AND DRANK THEM ALL EXCEPT FOR SOME.
FOR HIS FATHER TO SEE THIS WAS VERY HARD.
AS HE COULD NOT IMAGINE HIS SON - A DRUNKARD?
UNABLE TO STAND PROPERLY HE CAME TO THE END,
AND TO PICK UP SOME HOLY BOOKS HE REALLY DID BEND,
SAT ON A CHAIR IN VERY PIOUS MOOD,
AND READ THEM AS MUCH AS HE COULD.
“WHAT POSTER OF MY SON SHOULD I PAINT?
A GAMBLER, A DRUNKARD OR PEOPLS’ SAINT.”
WIH A BIT OF THINKING CONCLUDED THE FATHER,
HE WILL BECOME TODAYS POLITICAL LEADER.
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