Hello dear readers! Long time to a nice poetry, right? Here’s an attempt. A tribute to the ageing parents round the world, wishing them a better life.
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Wrinkled, hands of yours,
Oh how I pity you,
But tell me, can I help you?
With my busy schedule,
Day in office, night in sleep,
Serving you seems a duel,
I hope I make it pretty clear,
That Sir, I don’t need you here.
“Oh Dear Child, I know you’re wise,
Running a family, isn’t a game of dice,
But don’t you think you’re being unfair,
Leaving us out, in the chilly air?
We too, were your parents once,
Took your care and made your lunch,
Think twice before making a decision,
Now that we’re ageing, son!”
It is a sad fate what the old people meet these days. People do become insensitive and commit such deeds such as that of leaving out their parents, without feeling any guilt.