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Jun 2016
I can't remember the days of early childhood
But what I can't forgot is my school days
That time I get admitted in school
The lazy mornings when all in sleep
But he's awake to make me get ready
How can I forgot those days?
When I learn how to read!
How to write!
Yes,he can't accompany me the whole way
Circumstances are so
He's unable to overcome
But,whatever I'm today is his blessings
I know
He taugt me that life is yours
Live it in your own way
Who's the personality?
Very tough question indeed
Even my mother can't answer it
But,I can call him with honour Father
Yes,he's my father who never cares of his duties
And,in this way he make me to learn that none is us
We all're alone
No,he's not died
We live in a same city
Neither I want to see his face
But he wants to meet me
I ignored him
But how can I erase my past?
How can I forgot those days?
When he's with me
I can't
Maybe I can't be a good son
But as a human being!
How can I deny his debts?
No,I can't do that
But,one thing I can do is hats off to him
His patience,his tolerance,his greatness-Written on 23.06.2012,Saturday
Gourab Banerjee
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Gourab Banerjee  New Delhi
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