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A FATHER CAN ALSO BE A MOTHER!?? Had tears running down when I read this? Read on..... He was watering the plants in the posh gardens of an International school, heat and dust didn't seem to affect him. "Ganga Das, Principal Ma'am wants to see you -- right now"... The last two words of the peon had lots of emphasis on them, trying to make it sound like an urgency. He quickly got up, washed and wiped his hands and headed towards the Principal's chamber. The walk from the garden to the office seemed never-ending, his heart was almost jumping out of his chest. He was trying all the permutations and combinations, figuring out as to what had gone wrong that she wanted to see him urgently... He was a sincere worker and never shirked from his duties... knock knock... "Madam, you called me?" "Come inside..." an authoritative voice made him further nervous... Salt and pepper hair, tied neatly in a French knot, a designer sari-sober and very classic, gl

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦 Tax his land, tax his wage, Tax his bed in which he lays. Tax his tractor, tax his mule, Teach him taxes is the rule. Tax his cow, tax his goat, Tax his pants, tax his coat. Tax his ties, tax his shirts, Tax his work, tax his dirt. Tax his chew, tax his smoke, Teach him taxes are no joke. Tax his car, tax his grass, Tax the roads he must pass. Tax his food, tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think. Tax his sodas, tax his beers, If he cries, tax his tears. Tax his bills, tax his gas, Tax his notes, tax his cash. Tax him good and let him know That after taxes, he has no dough. If he hollers, tax him more, Tax him until he’s good and sore. Tax his coffin, tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he lays. Put these words upon his tomb, “Taxes drove me to my doom!” And when he’s gone, we won’t relax, We’ll still be after the inheritance tax. -Author unknown.