The son vents his suppressed anger on dad
The father should know he’s no more a lad,
He’s a man that needs his own space
To lead a life at his own pace.
Every time thus the son speaks out
Feels brave enough to open his mouth
The father feeling himself an intrusive mole
Shrinks in panic, seeks a hiding hole.
Every father at sometime absorbs such pangs
And buys peace with the youthful arrogance,
On his heart though weighs a load of stone,
He swallows all that he can’t tell his son.
buying peace with youthful arrogance, I like it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
you know one instance I must say: - once a man came and told, This is generation gap, I told during festival kids demands all sort of fashionable and father provide them how he is doing he only know...but kids never ask Papa what about you..the day kiddy will ask gap will be abridged being father is like a ancient honest king...well chosen theme thank u dear