Daily single boiled food
In one unshaped bowl
No other utensil is accepted
One old mug with broken holder
Left unused by children
is used to take liquids
When eat his food
No single grain is left
Cleaned as if washed

Wrap in single lower cloth
During all summers

Do most of his work
Without taking much help
No money he accepts for his help

Croons his prayers
to soften his old age pains

Wish to extend his life
For his son to give him time
to serve him
So that he should not have
guilt
Could not serve as he was mostly out for work
Live like a monk
is my father in law by luck