A tale of Goodwill!!

A family of four; parents, two sons;
Charlie the elder, young was Harrison.
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Every blessing of World ‘ imagine,
Father provided keenly in abundant fashion.

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But something tormented him from inside,
Peeled his flesh n blood, was Charlie (his son) his pride.

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Dearest to him, was the upshot of his dreams;
But seemed aloof & angry with demands in extreme.

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A connection suggested (father) to be friends with sons;
‘Will be on losing end, this gap is grave concern’.

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Thought of intervention towards younger son,
Forbade him to imitate, the child was Harrison.

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One day he asked the younger one:
Spare sometime my dear son

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Some interests to relate, define & renew
Share mundanely matters, or when u feel blue.

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‘Feel free to tell secrets, I am your friend’
And father felt feather light, thought relations all mend.

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That Young soul took advice by heart.
Green & unfledged, thought a friendly start.

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But what to talk or tell, nothing came to mind;
Next day after school, Harrison skipped play time,

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And waited for his father’s to come from work.
Sat along him, questioned nonsense irks.

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Father answered few, but wasn’t in a mood
Conversation at sea, matters very crude.

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Next day he waited again
But still no hope, not much gain.

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Without any clue started same discussion,
Pointless it was, knew result was concussion.

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Never called for, two days in stack
Goodwill once volunteered, but hope taking aback.

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Still with spirits though not very high,
Son waited third day, to meet his big guy.

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Same clueless questions he had;
But Answer this time, was bitter and sad.

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‘Why so inquisitive & interrogative to me,
I am your father, not a proven guilty’.

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Son stood baffled, what to say ….
But friendship was confident enough to sneak away.

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(Samima)