i was a spoilt kid

i am responsible for my dad's death


i was born poor
my dad was retired when i was born

but i was richer than my brothers
my dad and mom loved me the most

dat is not a good thing
they called me 'baba'

even when i was in college
and my friends too


in college when my folks at home were eating one roti less
to pay my hostel and tuition fees

i was freaking out
living in style

i even forgot to rite home for a while
my dad dropped in to see me at the hostel
he was worried sick

he hugged me so tight
(felt silly in front of me friends)

he left for home
later, a month later
i received mail from my elder brother

dad has been admitted to hospital, he said
nothing serious, just bleeding from the nose

my dad rote too
he said i am OK, dont worry

i didnt
i kept on having a good time

another month later
my brother rote
dad died last nite in hospital

dat letter and my dad's letter
brought tears to my eyes, it still does
(i dont cry easy)


my dad's letter has blood stains on it
he rote

saby, i am OK
dont come home
dont want u to miss your classes

i will be OK