Father's Gift To Son

Oh, Son where you are, you left your home, 

 Remember when you have played in my lap 

My lap is too small for you now,

Your favorite cake is now too small for you

Your cricket bat is now too small for you,

No one may be throwing the ball to you to keep you happy

You may be not crying to get your toy 

You are no more crying for your chocolate

Am I crying now to get a gift from you on father's day, not really?

The wheel of life turned now

The old child is waiting for your gift on father's day

You remember me

Like to sleep on your arm 

Where you are my son 

My son, day is passing by and night is approaching, to dark to see you,

But you are not coming

My Happiness is you, my dream is you, my peace is you 

But I am not now for you, maybe you are busy, very busy

God bless you,