A Father To His Son Poem by Subrata Ray

A Father To Child.

Now you are young
Stepping a score
Crossing so many doors
And oblivious of the past
Of the anxious hangs of parents
Please stand awhile and look back
To the taken prerogative as a child.

In the whirlwind of adolesence

Amidst temptations and addictions
Repitations of good habits control the Self
And contacts of mighty minds through books
With rememberence of their footprints
Bring home the resource of incoming life.

Be an ideal farmer and narture
And cultivate your body And mind
Never allow the parasites to grow
And tresspasser to break your fence.
For you are coming out with flowery
Fruits and the genial fragrance.

Stopping to greed or lust is a Vice
And easy sense pleasure is a crime
To be a Man you must suffer
To eradicate the evils that cause suffering.

To be wise
In a day you must
PRAY and meditate thrice.
And outside the books of syllabus
You should have a constant touch
Of the lives of the great Men.

Never try to be well liked
By falsifying what you are not
Be contented from within
With things of your honest Labour
That oozing your sweat, you have brought.