Father to his son

Moments will come, moments will go 
With some sweet and some bitter songs at your bow

There will be time when it will be  heavy rain

Promise me you won’t let it wash your aim

There will be time when sun will be at  top

Promise me you won’t let it your fight stop

Moments will come, moments will go

With some sweet and some bitter songs at your bow

There will be people to say your chances of winning are remote

Promise me you will still keep up hope

There will be friends who will leave you in the battle

Promise me you will still prove your mettle

Moments will come, moments will go

With some sweet and some bitter songs at your bow

There will be time when I will also move away

Promise me you will still keep on with the way

In the end it will not matter even if I am not there

Because this promise will make me alive with every success you achieve as my successor


Moments will come, moments will go 

With some sweet and some bitter songs at your bow

(Poem based on  feelings which my father expressed, when I met him after demise of my beloved grandffather)