When The Son Turns Out The Old Father

When the son turns out the father In his old age, Where will he go, Now say you When we have grown So selfish and self-centred, When our relations have turned monetary? When the son Whom have you birth, Reared and schooled And grow up And the same takes to your words not, Hears you not at all, Putting deaf ear to what you say, Looks it not after, What to say to, To whom to say to If the son turns into a bad boy? Why not to blame it fate, My fate, my destiny Whatever call you, Why not to blame it, Hold it responsible Rather than coaxing myself?