Repeating His Words
(Prof. R.P. Garg)
In the fabric of his small village
I often felt he lived in bygone days
And thought in outmoded ways.
Yes, I always found him off the track
Though I often yielded to his whims
And acceded to his wishes without fail
I couldn't help grinning and bearing
His funny parochial views
No doubt I always thought him wrong.
Many centuries stretched between us
For he could not think beyond his village
And I had global concerns.
He is no more now
But often I catch myself red handed
Repeating his words, his phrases, his tones
When I am vexed at unending arguments
And empty disputations of my son
Who always thinks I am wrong.
R.P. Garg
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