Let me say,
I am not going to comfort you,
With riches and gold,
Nor am gonna keep you warm,
All the seasons with some reasons.
I will not take you to school,
Where wealthy and filthy play,
Nor am gonna give you a phone,
Having internet and pleasing tone.
I will surely not sing of merry,
Where you hear angels and fairy,
Nor will speak of science,
Who has lost the conscience.
I will not say about the history,
Where you have traders and leaders,
Nor will I teach you the language,
To quarrel and defend as a savage.
Child listen to your Dad,
I will show you the poverty,
Where riches are in them not in gold,
I will keep you Cold,
So that you become bold.
I will teach you the lessons,
How you must not play with people,
I will allow you to talk and dance,
Learn and run, scream and dream.
I will sing the present urge,
Of our nation and present world,
I will teach you literature never science,
To make you sensible and more of love.
I will talk about people around,
Where you see them, and become one,
I will surely teach you the language not the tongue,
But the language which all beings understand.
Dedicated to the one yet to arrive.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated 20/11/2017
Comment of Kumarmani Mahakul - Part.1 This poem reveals the responsibilities and advices of a loving and protecting father to his children through a letter. He wants to make his sons and daughters nobel and conscientious. He doesn't want to provide them mobile phone having internet and pleasing tones as it has bad impact in student carrier. He is going to teach them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comment from Kumarmani Mahakul - Part.2 literature in stead of science cause science is away from conscience. Dear Abhimanyu, you have fantastically portrayed this poem in lieu of future brightness. Thanks for sharing this gem.