There is a sudden spurt of feeling
Of love in the heart
When you became old and by time
We were pulled apart
I wish I were near you to take care
As you have wished
Being a runner in the rat race a life
Of love with you I missed
I have left you to suffer and I must
Be punished for the sin
I am not a good son but you always
Blessed me to work and win
O my mother forgive me for I have
Sadly been trapped of late
By the lure of wealth and power and
Your love is not in my fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem