Prodigal Son

How are u my son? asked the rugged voice
In caringly slow pace fraught with grace.
What can I say; in my head are all these noise
As it stands my life is an inexplicable maze.

From miles beyond, asked he the disturbing query
What happened to the ISB results?
Now my eyes are scarlet red and ablaze fiery
Cause the reply will make him upset

I had failed him yet again, a perpetual sin
The first time this is not
I tell him again, a repeated phrase akin
Admitted into the institute I was not.

The abominable lull filled the call
Scolding me he is not
His reserved silence says it all
Give me the gun, I deserve a shot.

How can I say, I am so sorry
With tears rolling down my eye
How can I say, I failed u again daddy
For upon his dreams I brought down the broken sky

How can I say I won’t do it again
Since it is now so hackneyed
How can I say with such so pain
All my effort spent on these, nothing ever paid

How can I say that his dream is all I live for
The purpose of my life till the corporeal decay and beyond
Now that I have turned all those sour
All his expectations and hope, I have pawned

The call count shows the silence was just in jiffy
But my thoughts felt it as eons
The future now seems so iffy
This failure is just another one bygone

I pity you my poor father
Your realized dream count is none
Hope not anything any further
For destiny delivered you a prodigal son