Father To Son...... Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

My dear son,
your birth, your existence:
the joy I cannot tell in words!
Dear son I dream
about your future-
a great comfort and consolation.

My son, let me insist that
you will only tell truths in your life
but remember
you can tell the truth
only when you perceive that
many in the society are liars,
and that they are made up of their lies,
their self-made cocoons of lies,
or my dear son you could be exploited
and crushed.

Dear son, let my death never get you tired,
go ahead righteously,
be the shoulder for family
and comfort for society.
Dear son, your mother might feel
more alone after I am gone,
read her heart and hold her close.

My son, when our money, fame and power
are wasted,
many among our friends leave us in lurch,
don't be disappointed,
that is the way of the world.

Dear son, God exists not with those who shout
and are boastful of their piety,
but with those who wither in silent services,
not expecting the recognitions from the society.

Dear son, do not be afraid of the vast evil force fields,
remember that the ultimate victory is of the truth always.

Dear, you have to follow the current of your concience,
not the stream of the society.

Dear son, feel the spirit of the universe in you
when the breeze pats you,
when the flower smiles at you,
when the river lulls you to sleep,
when the bird wakes you up...

Dear, you recognize that every day you learn new texts
and that experience is the greatest teacher
in the world.

Show, my son, to the world
that the most expensive treasure is the time
and how best to use it.

My son, embrace the firmament,
recognize the immortality of the soul
and remember that
the truth cannot survive in luxury
and that you should walk
on the earth
with the onus of humility.

Dear son, I dream that
only success and happiness visit you,
but my darling, you may have to face
failure and bitterness too,
be calm and steady to face
both sides of the life.

Dear my son, find happiness in the values
that I have drawn through my life.

Dear son, I kiss on your forehead
and our souls embrace each other,
I don't know dear,
if after my death,
in this unending universe
whether we would meet again or not,
somewhere? sometime?
would we then remember
you are my son and I your father?
Our life on earth
our
little
little
little
dreams.