Letter To His Son

By Swanik Jain

Well it’s time to tell

The knowledge I gathered to sell

All the time till now have passed

People have failed and buildings have collapsed

But there is a secret in this life

Which not everyone can thrive

Too little time to explain

But gonna tell you simply in lame

My grandfather told me in 1988

Where people don’t matter the weight

The weight of talks he said

Can only be understood in solace

“All can see good in one

But it’s impossible to say bad to a son

Son of a great value

Value deprived with a burn”

Only he said that he went

To a school of imagination

Where he created everything

Except for plagiarism

Learn this thing in early time

Or feel the pain every time

By Swanik Jain