ON THE WAY TO BRISBANE (To My Son) br br br You never know when slowly up and up br br And further away from your motherland br br Sitting in the cozy lap of your jetliner br br br Away from the nearness of your city br br Away from the dear ones br br Grandma, mother, sister, friends and ‘she’ br br br Only clouds pass by your wings br br To bid you farewell thru windows br br br But your highflier couldn’t fathom br br The depth of love left behind br br The worries agonies that shed br br A mark below the eye lines of your mother br br br With a vacant look in your eyes br br You keep yourself busy in the T.V.