I do not know what to say
When a man goes wild astray
But to keep a silence is not good
One should do, what one should
To hold him by the arm
Yet meaning not any harm
To tell him of what he is
To what he belongs to
What he should look like
And what he is required to do
And if he does not care
Let his hand reach the fire
To feel the burn and the glare
He who scorns the sire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very common yet painful...episode...especially in our socieconomic setup....with protracted deep family ties.... but i feel one must continue to salvage of what one can from the rubble of the family facade....if not for anything alse then as a moral responsibility.... very nice write cheers