Miss You Tons Poem by jagmeet singh

Come back home, my son..
Miss you tons.

Your mom keeps on looking at door,
Waiting: when will you come and hug her sure.

You know, Sharma uncle is lucky..
His son of your age didn't study.. 📚
Now they both sit at factory..
Enjoy each other's company…

But, i used to force you to study,
I think i was wrong buddy..

Come back home, my son..
Miss you tons.

A lot of time has gone away,
Haven't seen face of grand children…
With whom i used to play.

We too wanna enjoy with our grand children,
Wanna play with them, wanna have fun..

Come back home, my son..
Miss you tons.

50,000 bucks, every month you send,
Thanks! because We can eat, live and
Buy a dress..
But, money can't buy happiness.

Waiting! Watching stars and moon,
Hope! You will come back soon..

Come back home, my son..
Miss you tons.