The other day, he was trying to be me,
I smiled in pride for a young life looks upto me
Soon, the smile withered away leaving behind a pain
for I know who I am, he may not
I know my demons,
I know my phoniness, my shallowness
I know my dark alleys..
although all of it, I know how to hide to the world and display otherwise
but for my child...who is following my shadow..
God, is that's what he will grow upto..
try as i may, the deeper learning is inevitable,
I will end up bestowing him with all that has made me into this unhappy, frustrated man..
how painful, how unfair is this violence
oh, I so wish I can become a god, or at least a man worthy of imitation..
but I am simply left with this agony to live with and just watch the perfect soul being crippled.