My Father Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Father



My father trained me in culture and manners,
Things hereditary and genealogical,
Asking me to keep a low profile.

Just before he could part away,
Asked me to be a scholar gipsy
With the classical fragrance of own.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: culture,father
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