Is It Fair Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was in rage and unable to control
He is the only son and not responding call
Totally ignorant about studies and failure
I am worried about his studies and future

This kind of event is rare in any household
Where wife leaves home to be free from fold
Not because of any differences but of poverty
How come one man can bear such pain and feel pity?

I work hard day time to look after children
I feel sad and lonely when look at them even
They are without proper care and attention
All likely factors to spoil the kids without any mention

I felt so bad when learnt about bad company
Son was acting careless and moving with many
Irresponsible friends and neglecting school
He was now spoiled character and fool

'Dear son' we got to move with rest of the people
Stay calm with studies and not to invite any trouble
He may stare at me and pay no attention to what I intended
As if he was broken with mom's departure and offended

With all my daily advice, he was broken into pieces
Life was abnormal for him and not at ease
He decided to end life abruptly one day
Closed the door and preferred poison in foolish way

We were not in knowledge and very much concerned
Whole of house smelt bad odor and belief strengthened
He had committed suicide and landed us all in trouble
This was tragic end for all of us who had so much to struggle

I am taken to cell for five years imprisonment
For making no move to improve upon with severe comment
I am charged with heavy harassment to boy
What else could have been done by me than to annoy?

How much father can expect from promising children?
They are like garden flowers and ascended from heaven
I love and could struggle more for their welfare
God! I have nothing to repent but is it still fair?