An Understanding Father

by Prosenjit Chatterji

Never mind my son,

If you haven’t got to the top,

I still love you my dear,

Tells you my every teardrop.

In this mad rat race,

All couldn’t have their luck,

A few would excel,

But some are bound to get stuck.

Does it take away,

All your hard labor?

Does it make less,

Your honest endeavor?

One among many students,

Can be the very best.

You gave your every effort,

You have been very honest.

Nothing more I wish,

That’s all I expect,

Set your own goal,

With deep self-respect.

It may not be the time,

To celebrate and cheer,

Just to let you know,

I still love you my dear.

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