vijay gupta (5-5-1950 / meerut, india)

That is the time
Words were in
and were hardly coming out.
On the other side
He was seeing him with anger.
One was an old man
& other one was his young son.
The old man worked hard to secure his smile
by being an obedient servant,
by being a mother,
and by being a nurse.
but scenario has been changed now.
The boy has become young one & wandering in his own world.
And there was no place for that old man
Who is his father?
This young man is not ready to share his smile with him.
What can we say?
Only that it is the time?