Oh dear Daddy, see I a Native Proud
N Noren *
Then I was a dreamy T with Foolish values,
Coveting of a Canadian Citizenship !
My daddy was a hard working school teacher
And a martinet he was again,
With high hopes of his son
Which led him to work extra time too;
And mum much tallet than her husband
Was too bright for a housewife
And she did'nt work for the Government
Only for a want of a higher academic qualification,
But my loving mum co-worked with daddy
Taking turns the shift in their family business - A bisiness additional to my father's Government job.
Then when I got my degree
It was the D-Day for I announced my plan to daddy.
My father with his favourite Panama still alight
Just kind of grinned and said - "Boy be ashamed of yourself-dear,
For your infra-dig ideals and values;
Tb enjoy the centuries’ resultant fruits of the Canadians!
Had you had some pride to toil for the native land;
Alas ! You turn out to be nothing but a leech now !"
I think now that he was a Zen Master For I became a Casablanca.
When Paris was at arms lenght in 2K
I told Robinson - "Manipur is a Sinking Ship Yet I stay back; Sorry...!"
It doesn't cut much ice nowadays I know...
And again I told Keiko Sensei that day
—"I love my native Even though the Sun already Asetting"
Oh dear Daddy, see I a Native Proud !
* Poem written by N Noren for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on November 17 2017.
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