My dear son,
your birth, your existence:
the joy l cannot tell in words!
Dear son I dream
about your future-
a great comfort and consolation.
My son, let me insist that
you will only tell truths in your life
you can tell the truth
only when you perceive that
many in the society are liars,
and that they are made up of their lies,
their self-made cocoons of lies,
or my dear son you could be exploited
Dear son, let my death never get you tired,
go ahead righteously,
be the shoulder for family
and comfort for society.
by-P A Noushad