whole day i passed in the house
once i went to the grocery shop only
in the evening some tuition.....
whole day i passed with my younger son
this is zi m whom i love most
i love him for his soft tone
alike his mother
polite gestures
noble thoughts
he got std eight
but suddenly he began to hallucinate
we took him to the doctor
it was told a schizophrenia
so needs proper slumber
proper medication bla bla bla
uh ha he was gentle
when he passed the road
he took much care
when he went to school
he passed taking proper side
he took the corner of the road with much cautions
he was shy
he was slow in learning
much slower in maths
i passed the whole day with an angel teen
wud that almighty soon made him normal
a father is so much sorry for his son
a son, he was normal but facing abnormality
a true sorrow
a real sorrow
oh Allah...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem