The Writing Soul: ADMITTING THE REALITY

"Hey! Bald Man. Funny Bald Man", said the roadside urchin

With innocence on his face and a slight grin.

The bald man just passed a smile.

The urchin pondered," Is it some new style?"

However, the bald man was there not alone.

Along with him was his belligerent son.

The son said,"Hey you urchin change your tone

Or else I will make you moan."

The urchin mocked and showed his tongue

In return of the scolding so young.

"Why don't you chide that moron?",said the son.

The bald man retorted," Just wait! My little one."

Meanwhile, the errant urchin ran away.

The son stood there in utter dismay.

The bald man said,"Son, look at me.

Now, tell me clearly what do you see?"

"I see my father; the man who makes me glee.

What else should be your identity for me?",

replied the son being a little bit annoyed.

For a while, his words created a void.

"Oh! I inquire of you the reality.

Not what for you is my identity.

I am not asking what you think of me.

Just tell me clearly what do you see?",

Exhorted the bald man.

Soon thereafter the son's answer began.

"Father, I see your head is bald.",

said the son in a tone so appalled.

The father said,"Son, I am proud of the urchin who spoke so true.

Now, I am even proud of you.

Though the reality may sound bitter

Yet you will have to accept that.

Life may not always bestow gold and glitter.

I wanted you to learn this fact.

That's why I didn't commit the act

Of rebuking that roadside urchin.

You may call it my secret tact

To save you from any future lurching.

For a peaceful co-existence in the society

Nothing can be better than 'ADMITTING THE REALITY'."

The Writing Soul