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I am
I am the trunk of my tree
The sole soul they all depend upon
The provider;
The arduous shield that
do not let any stone get passed.
I am not the visage of my cheerfulness.
I am a constant toil of daily torture
that I take to earn you the supper
I am the chained prometheus
and the eagles of daily need
devour my liver of labour.
I am not but immortal.
I was the first to carry you
on both of my palm
The first to let hold of my fingers and
train you to walk
The first to take pride when you learnt
to utter Her name
I am that embarrassed
soul when you
knowing or unknowingly
hurt us all
But I am the one to forgive you first
and show you the path
When you are on your way to your tree
I am not the one you will have for long.
“Yes! father!” I bow my head with respect
Values
This poem is about cultural values - if only all sires were equal ~~A~~
Thanks
Yes you are right. The eastern values to be more specific.
Western Values