Some people have a father
Who will tend to them without a bother
Always willing to aid their happiness
Or protect them from any distress
My Father is Different
My father believes in learning life’s lessons the hard way
If I strayed from the herd I would surely pay
If I did not hold views like that of traditionalists
And instead preferred realists or transcendentalists
My deviance was not taken well
My ‘lesson’ would sting and swell
However, I now find comfort that that’s in the past
At least his control over me didn’t last
Yes, your father and mine may be as different as day and night
However, he is still my father and I have to love him, right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Twameva mata cha pita twameva, twameva bidya dravina twameva twameva sarbam mama deva deva. Father mother are the first God, We must salute them first.