My Murderer Son (Terminator No.1) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My murderer son,
Why did you, did you
Murder me, murder me,
Murder me, murder me,
My son, son,
Why did you, did you
A son, a son his father, his father?

For costliest latest phone, motorcycle,
Car, sound system,
Bar visits and drunkenness,
Alcohol, spirit and parties,
Coming late during the night,
Making wait for hours
Without bothering the night or the day.

A poor father, a poor father and a poor soul,
A poor soul, how could,
How could it be,
My son, my son that, that
You, you murdered, murdered
Your father, your father
For money, money,
Liquor, liquor and bad company mindlessly!