Oh Father

If you love someone and if you dare Working hard from morning till the midnight Thinking that all the loved ones never care If you broke your neck they wouldn’t mind They would help you ease your burden They would try to make things right They did once, but burned in anger You insulted and threw them flight If I wrote those words which you have told them All those madness slangs and verbal puke you did All those hits and slaps which you delivered I would surely be embarrassed of my deed You remember every wrong they’ve done And impatience of yours is growing strong Hey, don’t mind that I will give you gun So you’ll shoot them once before they reach the phone You are not alone, like many others They have lots excuses for themselves One of them “My life is harder than the others” So it is ok to spit the bile open them”. Armored with the moral rights for their foul actions And considering ones’ own privilege They shut the door for rights of loved ones Destroying dignity and self respect This poem, I don’t think you’d read it But if you did, you might have said The guys like you would never get it Would never learn and understand I did my work, and what the hell you’ve done?! What rights you have to criticize me, dick?! I raised you nitwit with my own arms You’re dog and dirty nasty pig! You have no rights to speak those things about me But I have ones to scream and yell at you You’ve never done a thing right you never helped me I’ll not forgive you for that I’ll never do” If only you would let the loved ones ease your pain If only you would start to wait and listen You life would be much better friend To blame and hurt would not be any reason You worked so hard but still neglect importance Of kindness, patience, forgiveness, and love Instead the hatred and bitterness for others Have made your life and life of close ones tough So carry on the way your whim dictates you Spit, scream aloud, beat, and yell One thing: the place where all that happen Is not called heaven, its called hell