Every evening he sits in the balcony
And looking at the birds returning home
He thinks about his children
Who left home quite early
And nowadays call him
Once, may be twice in a week
To keep him up to date.
He swells in pride
To hear their achievements
And tells the whole world
What gems his children have become.
He has given them the sky
And satisfied to see them fly
Every evening he sits in his balcony
Watching the birds return home.