A 'Papa, Please'

I couldn’t see in his eyes When my son hardly could say bye I felt so betrayed by his gesture I could sense of guilt but was not sure He did not utter a word when I used to thrash He would go away and cry while making wash I saw sadness in him but he did not tell I felt nothing was good or going well I felt from my heart for his dismay show He had very slow space and unable to grow All children were shining in their own way He was proving helpless and sliding away He came into this world before maturity We were still joyous by seeing glorious beauty He was only hope for our well being We too were ready to do anything and sing I tried to read child’s mind As dad he had nothing to find I sensed trouble for being so unkind He wanted me to be considerate and kind “Dad, can I request you for something”? He gathered courage and unfolded wing “I get so much pain when you beat” “I am unable to bear and it is painful to eat ‘ I almost wept for his pain This was only his concern main I was committing unpardonable cruelty I cursed self and even couldn’t feel pity ‘I will study sincerely and give you result” “I may prove myself and feel you no insult” I couldn’t believe my eyes as he went on He had defeated me and almost won I used to full him up and throw on ground He used to weep and no friends were found ‘You may kill him one day” wife scolded I decided to withdraw with hands folded He did fare in the life and stood firm He was obedient and used to confirm He never disrespected and always obliged I too felt sense of satisfaction and realized Life would have chance to retaliate I was unsure of what steps fate might initiate It was our belief that we got to suffer for bad act No one could help if one was at any time out of tract He is now grown up boy but had chance to remind “Dad, you were un considerate and unkind” ‘Why were you beating me for absolutely no fault”? This came to me all of sudden as blue from bolt Whole scene just went off my memory as flash Mind and heart was at disagreement and always at clash If we try to be good parent or obedient children Life garden will become green with happiness and never barren