I’m beginning to understand my dad better,
I now know what he must be feeling – bound by the fetter,
When all the goodies are spread before him,
And all he can do is just glance at them and skim,

Right now one of my fav pastimes is beckoning,
That too a bunch of them are in the reckoning,
I look at them with lustful eyes,
Ruefully sipping my coffee as I bid them their goodbyes