Tonight I bade him a good bye,
probably the coldest wishes
that a son can bid to his father
under this blue Autumn sky..

We both suffer from the Male Chauvinism,
and thats why we miss the cute little thing
called -Hug,which can melt the ice of even
the Himalayas and can meet the Sea.

I wish I could say that there are more
to hear than what meets his ears from the words
that I carefully choose for him and the cold
shoulders I give him in his hours of need.

May be I will never understand how does it
feel being at the other side but this much is true
that this sacrifice of holding back and hiding  
the emotions will end one day out of the blue.