Tough from the out, soft inside,
With him begins life's ride.
A friend in enemy's disguise,
Will he ever take a son's side?
Answers concealed behind bitter questions,
His words often seem potent than his action.
He fails everytime a son succeeds, one feels,
Only to realize the truth as time flees.
Pa, Dad, Abbu, and the names son's keep,
When he's gone he makes a son's soul weep.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm nice. You have go a rhyme going on in this one. a lot of contrast and antithesis going on....but I am missing some feel...I am not getting any feel of emotion from your poem.