I love him,

I am his son,

I learnt walking,

I was supported as,

I had held his finger.

I want to share a story,

I experienced when young,

I got free from school earlier,

I was coming home from school,

I crashed my bicycle onto the road,

I was 16 and it was a hot July afternoon,

I went to get my chin mended for the wound,

I reached my home from school earlier than usual,

I grew suspicious on finding the door locked from inside,

I busted a scam of my dad with a girl half his age hiding behind,

I was greeted by "You're getting it wrong boy, you've not busted us up,"

I didn't say anything to them- just walked in to attend to my flowing blood & tears,

I thought to myself what wrong was done to be born in a house where my dad had defected,

I repented coming home early only to see my -yes- my dad red-faced and with a guilty-conscience.