​To my son

You and I would gaze to the infinite sky and draw dreams among the stars. My dreams are you and it is for me thus a completeness through which I will view. We would on a lawn, in a half glowed air, lay like lovers in a merry tryst to endlessly listen to your dreams.

What if! you could put on and off the lights in the sky with your wits? Move the moon to the edge of the sky and gather all stars to place them back as you desire? My duty as a father is many but all I want is to make you understand that a happy man is a complete man. In search of happiness men have lost a lot. I want to make you an able man who can beget his own happiness rather than I grabbing them in your hands every time.

I want to teach you it is happiness that counts in a man’s death be; a feeling of satisfaction at last is all what every man seeks. The wealth in your robes, the fame on your name or any mellowed comfort on your skin will last just a little longer than its stay. So whatever power or wand you acquire; even if you could move the stars, if a flower do not bloom from your within to beget happiness, life would crumble like an empty sheet and scatter in the vastness of meaningless grounds.

And for me, I would from my deepest heart, watch you grow to a full man setting to your destiny. A happy man, a complete man and from the stars above, bless you forever my child.