Raju wants to publish his poems.
'Your father expended lakhs
to make you an engineer.
You changed your line
and wasted his money'.
But Raju attends office everyday. He runs his family.
His father has no pension. He asks his mom.
'My uncle became mad after his son died. Don't pay any heed'.
Raju leaves his company though he is invited in his birthday. It's courtesy, nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem