My son is abroad,
My son is telling me,
Father, cry not, cry not,
If you cry the sky will fall down,
If you cry water will be there
Everywhere filling
The land and the ocean.
My son is abroad,
My son is telling to his mother,
Mother, cry not, cry not,
If you cry all will be there
Filled with water to wash away
Everything that are there
And none will stay alive.
My son is abroad,
My son is telling his brother,
Brother, stay smile,
I am here, take care of
Father and mother and sister,
They are all there with you,
make them not cry, brother,
Try to understand their language,
Language of love and affection.
My son is abroad,
My son is telling me, father,
Think me I am near, very near,
If you so like, see me
And talk to me by skype,
Take care of you,
take care of all father,
I am here only for you
And to fulfill the dreams
Of all here
World has become a village. Physically we may be thousands of miles away but with so many communication devices available to us, we may talk live with each other face to face. But then ask him, Can we touch you? Can we hug you? Can we hold your hand? You are planning for a bright future. Your gain might turn out to be our loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem full of emotions...as usual amazingly narrated...thanx for sharing sir :)