Girl Friends

Oh, my loving son!

I think you wouldn't be perverted

And play ducks and drakes,

Squandering my little hard-earned money

To make more girlfriends,

You are the only eyeball

Of a slum dweller,

Pulling rickshaw is the source

Of our bread and butter,

Try to remain aloof from

Bad associates,

Never make girlfriends and indulge in

Premarital love and sex,

Highly acclaimed and widely accepted

Indian culture is the best,

For heaven's sake, you wouldn't adopt

Foreign culture for glamour and zest,

College life is a turning point

In everyone's life,

Oh, my dear son!

Don't become addicted to bad habits,

And get entangled in strife,

Prioritize your career,

Fulfill your father's dream,

You can't be unruly and disobey,

Because I am a slum dweller,

But no longer a cream.