Like a good father, you gave your children the freedom to do what they wanted.
Sadly, your children forgot you and deserted you. Worse, they make a show of remembering you. They decorate their walls with your photograph, erect your statues in the open air, name roads after you and put your face on their currency notes. They make a show of remembering you on your birth anniversaries and your death anniversaries. But they drove you out of the one place where you should be. Oh Bapu, if only you were here: in the conscience of each and every Indian!
Written for 100 Words on Saturday at Write Tribe. (Prompt: If only you were here)