" What was your father? ", asked the reporter.
" He was a farm labourer.", he said.
"How is it, Chief Engineer? ", exclaimed he.
He said, "He was not lucky enough
To have a father like mine.", and chuckled.
Neither regret nor gratitude ruled there.
Yet his father would be happy with that
As his son has not disowned his father.
21.10.2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the message. It is rarely expressed now days especially in a way that speaks volume