Once a daughter said her father,
'What you have done for me,
How much you spend to bring me up
For my bread, butter and ghee?
You tell me, I will pay you
The entire cost of bringing up.
Father laughed, and said...,
I can't calculate, it is very tough.
Material is free, pay the value of love
But I don't know it's cost per hour
Calculate it for twenty five years
And pay when you will be a mother.
Now she is having a teen age baby
But... could not pay the cost
Father has forgiven his daughter
Question is alive in the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pay the value of love and, live in peace with your neighbours. Nice work.