An Old Story Retold
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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We sit by the pool
His eyes remote
He takes a mouthful
Doesn’t go down his throat!
Can you skip office
For me for a day
Give your work a miss
At home with me stay!
That’s what he said
Recalls the son
Back at home stayed
His father alone!
My old man misses me
His plea I didn’t heed
Needs my company
His I don’t need!
His lunch now gets cold
Something isn’t right
An old story retold
A lost appetite!
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