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)
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Hamza (A poem for my Son)

You came to us as a blessing
 I overwhelmed, showered my love in kissing.
were so delicate and small when born.
and I always keen, how to adorn.
I remember the day you gave the first smile.
and babbled papa first,  i never mind
You were sharp on noticing habits.
 throwing rappers in a bin, soon as you grab it.
You did your early milestones in time.
All of a sudden there was a decline.
We were so worried coz you not talking
 were trying hard, but something was balking.
me always gloomy and your father blue
We left no stone unturn, for finding clue.
Then our prayers were finally granted.
came to this world, recovery seed finally planted.
You were green and naïve in the beginning.
something charming happened, when my trust was thinning.
You started with some small sentences.
Your father and I both asked for repentance.
The progress is still on its way.
We are all fighting for you each day.
I know you’ll win this battle soon.
and we’ll find true happiness after a blue moon.
(Samima)