INHERITANCE
I adored you
I loved you
I followed you
like a shadow
old men of the village
used to say “he has taken to his father”
I don’t know
what idol I will leave for my son
even my face is so akin
to yours in sorrow
happiness and joy
oh father! I have hardly
anything to claim as my own
Rajkumar - Brussels
Let us be true sons to the true fathers and the chain will go on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We cannot trail the tail of a lizzard or straighten that of a dog.They will just assume the same shape of their very existence as a divine attribute.We cannot change our nature, the way we look like...only we can try and engineer on it with science and technology and live in chauvinism until one day the skin ruptures, wrinkles and blemishes making way of the soul into another skin perhaps.Like snakes or salamanders changing skins and colours.But they forget they are still called snakes or salamanders without their knowledge.Their heritage is their previous innuendo of reptile traits.Good choice of allegory in the poem here. I am honoured to have read lovely pieces encircling the harsh truths of life.Dankke Schon.A 10 from me.