He holded my hands and open the gates
Just as I opened the gates once
When I holded his small hands
And he stepped into world of knowledge.
But then in his eyes I saw tears
And now when he open the gates
Where I see just people of my generation
I fear to hide my tears from him
Who is eager to leave me alone.
Its better to live with one who have heart
Than to live with those who ignore
And have only hatred in mind.
But still he will never know
Till he will be left here by his son.
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