Father to Son, in the deathbed

Father to Son, in the deathbed

By, Kaushik Paul

A time will come,
When from among you I will be long gone.
Then don’t forget together we sang this song.

A time will come,
When I won’t be there to crack funny jokes,
Then don’t forget the things we once spoke.

A time will come,
When I won’t be there to support you from the side,
Then be wise and place carefully your stride.

Cough, cough...

A time will come,
When my existence will be replaced by a shade,
Then don’t let my memories to fade.

A time will come,
When I won’t be there to lend a helping hand to your Mother,
Then walk up, hold her and say that you care for her.

A time will come,
When I won’t be there to encourage you after you fail,
Then be cautious before you choose your damsel.

Cough, cough...

A time will come,
When I’ll sail out to a distance so far,
Then look up and search me in the stars.

A time will come,
When you’ll have kids like once you were,
Then tell them the stories that we used to share.

A time will come,
When you’ll be busy in the work’s flow,
Then make some time and watch them grow.

Cough, cough...

And a time will come,
When for you the Heaven’s bell will ring,
Then with your children, this song you’ll sing.

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