My change less father , who is one in thousand
My father had not changed at all,
And there are thousand fathers like him.
When I got a job in a neareby town and got Rupess eight thousand,
As salary next month, I phoned to my father and asked,
Do you need anything , he said , “talk with mother”,
And ten I bombarded about my father to my mother,
And after some time , She cut off my talk and kept the phone.
And then accidentally I saw my savings back account pass book,
AS it was the month end and my balance was about to be over,
And I was surprised to see that my father , had deposited,
Rupees five thousand in that account , like he used to do before I got a job.
When I visited home for a festivals, new cloths were purchased,
For me and kept , even before I reached.
I understood that my father has not changed at all.
And also will never change
No Gods were as great as my father,
Like a building my mother was pretty,
And my father was the foundation of the home,
No one can see him but unless it is stong,
The home will totter and break to pieces,
All the paths that I took were made by my father,
All the riches that I earned were the harvest ,
From the tree that he cherished and nurtured,
When I Got some money in my hand , I had changed,
But my father had not changed at all.
And also he will never change .