OH1 FATHER YOU DIED THIRTY ONE YEARS AGO
I SLIGHTLY SUFFER FROM YOUR SUPERIOR EGO
You left mother a widow
She became my real shadow
When I was a child, I climbed you shoulders
You played like a child with me with marbles
When you were happy, you taught me wonderful ethics
And when you were very angry, beat me with sharp sticks
You cursed me in my presence
And praised me in my absence
You would come to my school
And gave me ice-cream which was so cool
You brought me delicious sweets and fruits
On my birthday you bought me new clothes
How can I forget your sweet thoughts?
I inherited your intelligence, common sense
Some landed property and even your hypertension
Death laid his Icy hand on your wonderful body
Nobody could believe your dead body
When dying you might have worried about me
Then all brothers were well settled unlike me
But miraculously I became a famous English teacher
And I have kept up your great stature
Today is your death anniversary day
I always try to follow your Royal way