Dad I want a car of Mercedes
Son’s dreaming cannot be ceazed.
Though his dad while cleaning cars,
How could he say poverty is a major bar?
Education is what his dad could give
Sloughed all day to earn and live.
Son saw all miseries through the dark,
Wanting to get out, not work like a cleark.
Then he realised music was in his blood,
All schooling days went in flood
Dad abondaned as he couldn’t study,
From then music became his best buddy.
One fine day he got someone’s helping hand
With his his sweet voice he started to sing for a band.
Later he bought Mercedes for which he craved,
But Quietly he kept the keys on his dad’s grave.