A Letter To My Son Or Daughter

Let me say, I am not going to comfort you, With riches and gold, Nor am gonna keep you warm, All the seasons with some reasons. I will not take you to school, Where wealthy and filthy play, Nor am gonna give you a phone, Having internet and pleasing tone. I will surely not sing of merry, Where you hear angels and fairy, Nor will speak of science, Who has lost the conscience. I will not say about the history, Where you have traders and leaders, Nor will I teach you the language, To quarrel and defend as a savage. Child listen to your Dad, I will show you the poverty, Where riches are in them not in gold, I will keep you Cold, So that you become bold. I will teach you the lessons, How you must not play with people, I will allow you to talk and dance, Learn and run, scream and dream. I will sing the present urge, Of our nation and present world, I will teach you literature never science, To make you sensible and more of love. I will talk about people around, Where you see them, and become one, I will surely teach you the language not the tongue, But the language which all beings understand. Dedicated to the one yet to arrive. Thala Abhimanyu Kumar Dated 20/11/2017