Prof. (Dr.) Yogesh Chander Sood
The old man
Loving called
Babu Ji
By his family proud
Retired from a post
Coveted and high
The only son
Of the veteran great
Went abroad
With his better half
To make his fortune
Bright and straight
Babu Ji
Lived merrily
In his native land
With his wife
Old and kind
One day of the winter
Biting and acute
The old man
Felt fatigued and weak
Down with fever
He turned mild and meek
When the son
Knew about the illness
Of his father benign
He rang him up
To say
“Babu Ji
How are you now?
Go to a doctor
Take medicine
Take care of your health.”
The son added
“Don’t mind
Expenses of treatment
I shall send you money
All that you need.”
Babu ji
Lying on his bed
Kept looking
Towards the roof
Dull and blank
The words of the son
Kept ringing
Into his ears faint
The old man reflected
How wisely and formally
The son did his duty nice
Babu Ji contemplated
Sons and daughters
On the earth
Would never know
More than
Medicine and money
The old folks
Need love and attention
Babu Ji
Kept thinking
The night grew
Dark and late
When did he go to sleep
He did not know.
