My son is abroad,
My son is telling me,
Father, cry not, cry not,
If you cry the sky will fall down,
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World has become a village. Physically we may be thousands of miles away but with so many communication devices available to us, we may talk live with each other face to face. But then ask him, Can we touch you? Can we hug you? Can we hold your hand? You are planning for a bright future. Your gain might turn out to be our loss.
A poem full of emotions...as usual amazingly narrated...thanx for sharing sir :)