Tyranny Of Bash Poem by Gautam Sen

A father in rage used to beat
his own little son off and on;
son one day, ignoring browbeat
faced dreadful Dad on a grassy lawn.

Must be in mood; he thought it'd be good.
'May I ask you something right now? '
Sought Dad's consent, firmly withstood.
'Come on, my son! Let me allow.'

'Did you get same, like me, treatment?
Or your dad didn't have to beat? '
'Of course, you know! It's too rampant,
I, too, had to have whipping treat.'

Father's reply seemed to comply;
Son smiling, looked a bit amused.
'Same to your Dad? ' cocking cute eyes
at fumbling Dad - pretty confused.

'Why do on earth say, my dear son,
need to know 'bout my Dad? '
Losing his cool, slightly undone,
he spat fiery wrath at his impish lad.

'If your Dad and your Grandpa too
had undergone the same brutal thrash, '
snooping youngster stuck to one clue -
'you espoused a tyranny of bash! '