A Bout And A Scuffle Between The Scholar Poet And His Foolish Son Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The poet is calling himself a scholar
Keeping his son a fool,
Walking erect,
Strutting and walking on tip-toe
With a book intot he hands of his
For publication
But the son a loafer
Moving in the company of rowdies and idle-seekers.

And the poet repenting in his old age,
Why did he take to poetry-wtriting,
Why did he not school his son,
Was he not selfish,
Was he not proud,
Standing silent to do a self-assessment?

Poetry took out everything
And gave it not anything,
Poetry for poetry’s sake.

Sometimes not, frequently quarrel
They with each other,
The son dragging the poet father by collar,
Asking him to give money
For pleasure, comfort and outing,
Modern life and living
And its galla company
And facilities.

The wife too provoking to take the revenge
As for keeping lliterate,
Getting schooled
Rather than schooling others,
Himself read and kept company of the high
But taught not his own son,
But taught he others.

When the illiterate and foolish boy,
Blunt and bogus and worst
Whatever remark you about him,
A thoughtless and pleasure-seeking fellow
He never took the ideas and thoughts,
Went on living in his style,
Eat, drink and be merry,
And keep roaming,
He never, never took the words
Of his father,
Held the poet father by collar,
The poet came to the ground
Realizing the ground realities of life,
How different is bare reality from colourful imagery!

Bring money from
Wherever you can and give to him
As much as you can
And he will keep emptying the banked money,
Moving and enjoying life,
Touring and traveling
In the company of his like-minded friends,
Seeing gala dreams,
Having cold drinks,
Watching films,
Talking of fashion and apparel designing,
Romantic notions and ideas and dreams,
A dreamer he dreaming,
Rambling aon arambler motorcycle
With the necklace, bracelet, ar studs,
Goggles and rich-friendly items,
Who buys the hightest priced and latest items?

Riding the motorcycle the poet wanting to go
And the notorious, father-anti son,
As per the villainy of his mother,
Puncturing the tyre of the scholar poet father
And he must bear the consequences of reading himself
And keeping his son foolish,
What has he got after teaching others,
Of how much help will be they
In his old and dying time,
The wife asking him through the bad son?