Why
are you always insisting on Hindi
And when will you stop wearing the red bindi
I hate it when dad’s stories are only about the past
Why
want trauma, want trauma, of transition to last
Why do we stay marinated in perseveration techniques
And when will you start integrating without fatigue
I feel sad when you are distracted by yearning
Why
then did you tell, did you tell me, enjoy the learning
Why should you expect me to carry your weight
And when will you address the avoidance of fate
I tend to pull away when your face twists, feet stumble
Why
not heal, not heal, signature kheer with apple crumble
Why only call me out on my angst or anger
And when with you stop recreating an unreal candor
I remember when we started out at first, with courage
Why
don’t you hear, don’t you hear, the conundrum of fear
And why don’t we have a conversation, you and I
Let’s meet for coffee today, you and I
And why don’t we have a conversation, you and I
True reflection of reaction of the present generation
But then the old generation suffers from unrealistic expectations that this generation should carry their
Weight like they carried their old parents weight ungrudginly most often
But this generation is right to think as to why shoulld listen to their gloomy and sad stories
Excellent conveys lot both to this and old generation
Let them have a lively and scintillating chit chat
Papa
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