I have a bad father

I was a kid..

I remember the day , i always used to say ,
take me to your shoulder , either i will run away .

He used to say , i don't care,
To take you on my shoulder, i will not always be there.

I started crying , shouting at my mother ,
Everyone has a good one , i have a bad father.

I was 15..

I remember the day ,  i always used to say ,
let me do whatever i want , either i will run away .

He used to say , i don't care ,
i can't let you do anything foolish , until i am there.

i started crying , saying to my mother ,
he doesn't love me , i have a bad father .

I was 19..

i remember the day , i ran away ,
from restriction to freedom , to the world to sway.

went to the new city , nothing in hand ,
hungry , tired , needed a stand.

After 3 days...

i remember the day , i ran back ,
in a train , inside a sack.

was beaten up , as never before ,
i was crying in a lot of sore.

went to home , mother was crying,
i cant tell them , that i was dying.

Dad came , shouted again ,
Tears came in his eyes , like a rain.

I hugged him , his heart was loud ,
Now it was time , to make them proud .

I am 23..

I am happy , that my dad was rude .
He made me a man , from a crude.

i am away , i miss my mother.
i tell her , i have a great father.

 
                                                                                                                      ------- Kishan Singh Baghel