A Letter To My Son Or Daughter

Past and Present need

Let me say,
I am not going to comfort you,
With riches and gold,
Nor am gonna keep you warm,
All the seasons with some reasons.

I will not take you to school,
Where wealthy and filthy play,
Nor am gonna give you a phone,
Having internet and pleasing tone.

I will surely not sing of merry,
Where you hear angels and fairy,
Nor will speak of science,
Who has lost the conscience.

I will not say about the history,
Where you have traders and leaders,
Nor will I teach you the language,
To quarrel and defend as a savage.

Child listen to your Dad,

I will show you the poverty,
Where riches are in them not in gold,
I will keep you Cold,
So that you become bold.

I will teach you the lessons,
How you must not play with people,
I will allow you to talk and dance,
Learn and run, scream and dream.

I will sing the present urge,
Of our nation and present world,
I will teach you literature never science,
To make you sensible and more of love.

I will talk about people around,
Where you see them, and become one,
I will surely teach you the language not the tongue,
But the language which all beings understand.

Dedicated to the one yet to arrive