........ and here in our life scene we reach,
a father talk for his son to teach:

Dad:
Dear son whom I have never seen.
Tell your mother that have never been.
Dear son tell the world with your sound.
Life no matter what shall go round
I know son you have question so many
speak dont feel shy, oppressed or funny
You are the son I never had.
Oh Lord! what's warmer than saying " Dad"

Son :
Can I ..... ? Can ....
Dad:
What , son? Do you my presence fear ?
Come dear !Come near !
Son :
Why dad ? why me to life brought?
Look at my shirt, school bag and coat
Why did you meet mum even in dream?
How could you be you , her and poverty a team ?
Sorry Dad to be rude......
But ....but
Dad : Speak out son listen with care.
Go on it is great your thoughts share.
I hope your mother was here with me
She would have kissed you so.
But even she of my poverty had to go.
I see many of words in your eyes.
Son:
Dad, all my friends in school think me wise.
They think me genius, but....
Dad:
What son ? Why does that sore, your words, cut?
Son :
Dad. you said" Your presence I have not to fear."
Dad:
Yes. My little deer .
Son :
Why my friends ave all what they need ?
whh do I have , if any I want , to bleed?
Why do I have to beg the teacher many?
One shirt I have and thats not funny ?
Dad :
Why should my tears I have to hide?
Why do I have only my torn boots to ride ?
Dad ! Do you know that your Presence at school was in demand???
Dad:
Really ?!!!Thats not so bad.
Son :
Dad , You were to meet my friends' Dads,
They are the gold as you know and we the sands
I ran ,