An industrial worker from village
goes to his factory in city,
it's about 100 KM away from his home
Everyday he proceeds at 5 AM
and returns home at 10 ‘o' clock night
He opt for three hours overtime daily
to repay his loan with high interest.
His only son, reads in class-II
Sleeps when he goes out for duty
and comes home at night too
The son can't see his father
From mind he doesn't like this job.
One night the son didn't sleep
His father came at about ten
And sat on the bed to relax
Son jumped on his lap
Caught him tightly
and asked his father, Papa...
Why you opt for overtime everyday?
My son, it's my compulsion
The situation compels me to do it
How much you get from overtime?
Father said,500 rupee daily
Now go to sleep.
The son went to his study room
Brought his favourite mini bank,
Made of clay
Broke it striking on the floor
and counted the coins and notes
It was 520
He gave it to his father and said
Papa, tomorrow don't stay for overtime
Three hours I want you with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, I enjoyed reading your poem.