Baba was often not a man of his words,

He once said "my son this life is a war.

He pointed out territories warning us never to near those walls,

But you would never see baba with a sword.




Baba was never around, but he says he's always there,

He terrified us with his welcome,even when he's not near,

He once said he was kind,but his presence brought fears,

Our misdeed in his absence brought truckload of tears.



Baba once said he's a superman but he never flied,

Baba preached compassion but he never cried,

Baba preached love,but sometimes he never liked,

Baba preached joy,but his discipline brought sadness.




Today,Baba said one day he will die,

He said a man called death will take his life,

But the seriousness of his word was betrayed by his never ending smile,

And I knew it was just another tales of baba.

Kudos