Being Professional

To you the father,

whose children now stand tall beside me.

To you the man,

who once took me in your arms.

To you the son,

whose mother learnt to like me after a long desperate attempt.

To you the patriarch,

who taught me in spite to fly.

To you the brother,

whose siblings accepted me without condition.

To you the professional,

who taught me the tricks of diligence.

To you the lover,

who wrote elegies of yearning for me.

To you the teacher ,

who taught to me and many the love for Shakespeare.

To you the author,

who inspires me to shape these thoughts.

To you the stranger,

who forsook me and chose to break all pledges of love.

To you I write.

I write to let you know that I have grown up.

I write to you to let you know that I finally comprehend.

I write to you to say that I have graduated to the ways of love.

I write to you to let you know that I now am really a professional,

In the way you always wanted me to be.

Cos' I know how to spurn and crush a soul desperately in love.