I have a son; how proud I was <br />When he was born! How proud I was <br />When he had grown and abroad flown! <br />Left to neglect, I am still proud <br />Of him, his sons, sons’ sons, <br />Non of whom have given their dues. <br />I broadcast of them in the old age home <br />To earn for my pyre some respect. <br />16.03.2006<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pride-for-pyre/
