My Son

My son Pema

Is a bouncing boy

He calls himself Rama

And makes Him as a toy.

His full name is Pema Tashi

He likes being called different names as Dorji

He makes the fuss of not naming him Yeshi

Better his father's last name Dorji.

I tell him his name is just a name

Don’t make on it such a nonsense flame

It’s not where you came

But you can make good fame.

His only aim is to be a truck driver

And many a trucks he brings and breaks

To be thrown down in the nearby river

He questions me, 'Is the real truck that much weak?'

He calls me Tom and himself Jerry

He calls me Eon and himself Ben Ten

We bet for the team was in a hurry

And he smacks me till I got beaten.

We are like Kenchosum, we are three;

My wife and I do everything for his happiness

For he is the only fruit in the tree

Let him be anyone for the human goodness.