TO INTEKAB
In the crowd of millions
For whom I have profound love
He is none but
My loving son Intekab
We love him because
He was our moving dream
In his short absence
We become void, life becomes grim
He is tall and handsome,
With a good-looking appearance,
Well-loved of every one
For his patience and perseverance
He has a deep attachment
For his loving mother
Yet, not at all detached
From his dear father.
He becomes serious at studies
During the time of examination
He generally appears in the exam
Without taking any preparation.
Whole day he keeps himself busy
Watching football in television
During the football season
Except T.V. he has no other mission.
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Not at all detached! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.