A Last Note

Father! we the sons are born into this world,
to share your burdens and divide your pain,
but if we can cannot lessen your misery,
than our living is of no use and is in vain.

Father! we the sons are born into this world,
so that when the age takes away your strength,
by that time our limbs are strong enough,
to get you up and walk a helping hand we can lend.

But alas! in this world the day i was born,
my limb's refused to move, they were crippled,
and you who might have seen thousand joyous dreams,
lost it all in one go and your misery tripled.

And there were thousand voices echoing same thought,
to throw me away in a bin and declare me dead,
but instead you choose to walk the treacherous way,
took me home and gave ample both of love and bread.

But today when i am of thirty and you of sixty three,
i see i continue to further deepen your misery,
and i who cannot put even a morsel of food in my mouth,
see only one way to set you of all this free.

I know in earnest you loved me but i could not give back,
forgive me for the life long plight,misery and pain,
now i go back to the heavenly world from where all we come,
and there unrestrained of bodies we shall meet again.