Mom And Son

 O my sweet Mama

 Please teach me saregama

 You gave me birth in India

 Carrying me from Zambia

 

 Now I am your loving lad

 Always you make me glad

 Though I am now 4 years

 Still you pay me loving kiss

  Papa comes home late night

  I open our entrance lock-gate

  Papa's hat makes me amazed

  His khaki dress ever glazed

  Papa's Ashok emblem badge

  Attract my shining little eyes

  His three stars on his shoulder

  Glitters at night just like a star

  

  Why papa wears this gray dress

  And badges with brazen stars

  Tell me please mama I don't know

  Why he doesn't let me to know

  

  My dear little chum your papa is

   An Indian he loves his mamaland

   And serves her as a police man

   Always holding his police wand

   

   OK thank you mama you are great

   You made me gladder boy tonight

   Now my eyes want to take rest on

   Your lap please feed milk me on

   Child and mom went upstairs on

   Summer wind on terrace blew on

   Sipping a cup of milk looking at moon

   Little chum drowsed and lullaby gone

   

   Papa arrived from his duty late night

   Carefulness dominated his heart

   He drops off his mighty hat on the cot

   Saved sleepy kins from mosquito bite

   

   Parents and son moved downstairs

   To the ground floor room's decent bed

   Both official and domestic exhaustion

   Quenched throughout night as if moon