My children treat me like an angel
Your children also do the same,
I was also the child of an angel
But a devil had changed the game.
The devil influenced my father
He occupied a space in his soul,
Slowly destroyed our happy family
And put us in a dangerous hole.
We came out after a long struggle
People say my father a rascal,
Often I also call him a human-devil
My children treat me like an angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
many minds many kinds..the sanskaar makes a man rarely it fails