Father (A hindi poem)

Father  (A hindi poem)

Translated by

P.R.Ramachander

When the respectability of my home  is my mother, its existence lies with my father,

When flowing tears are   with mother, self control  is there  before father,

Mother cooks food for both times, all our life,

But we tend to ordinarily  forget the father who makes arrangements for food,

When get small hits and small  wounds we tend to cry “oh mother”

But while crossing a road when a lorry  comes ,

And suddenly put the breaks, “Oh my papa”   are the words  which ome out of us,

Because for small, small worries we depend on mother,

But when we suffer huge losses, the memory of our father comes,

For  father  is a great banyan tree.