Allow me to decide the course of my life
He was a bit bulky little boy
Finding it difficult to get up
And walk on his own
When we, as parents, helped him
To get up and walk
He used to sweep aside
Our helping fingers
So that he could move around
On his already hurt bruised knees
He made at last his first step
When a tri-wheeler walk-aid
Was presented to him
Its colourful handle
With chiming bells hanging
Charmed him to put forth efforts
Towards walking
It was indeed a scene to witness
The struggle of that little cute baby boy
To walk on his own
It was a pleasure to watch him grow
Physically, mentally and emotionally
It was to my pride
That I hear often that
Elders appreciate his polite, gentle
And well groomed manners
He hardly complained
Probably, adjusting within himself
With the environment he is in
I had no occasion
To discipline him
As most often he was
Well conforming to our expectations
Now he stands taller than me
In every aspect
Walking in youthful gait
I need to raise my face
Whenever I talk to him
He is in the process of
Making a living
As very normal Indian parents
We started looking for
A suitable life partner for him
Assuming him to have understood
That we have a role in that
As per my observation
He reacted for the first time
With a firm invincible response to say
Allow me to decide the course of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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