THE UGLY TRUTH

January 24, 2018
By vanidhaka BRONZE, Faridabad, Other
vanidhaka BRONZE, Faridabad, Other
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They  grow them up with love and care,

And for them they spend their lives.

Love for them is really rare,

In their times of strife.

They hide from them all their sorrows,

Let it be family or money borrows.

Now they live in the old age home,

where they are just free to roam.

But still the heart remains sad.

"Are our children so bad?"

The children come after some days,

To take from them their pensions.

Now also the father prays , to relieve them from tension.

When they grow up and suffer the same,

They feel that they were totally insane!

Now they can do nothing ,but regret,

For the ones who used to fret.

They cry and cry , for the days feel dry

Earlier , they had chosen the wrong direction,

But now...there is no correction.


The author's comments:

My name is Vani , and I am from India. My poem is dedicated to all those people who don't care about their parents. Our parents grow us up in the best way they can and in turn, they do expect the same from us. If they don't get the same , they become depressed . So its our duty to make our parents feel that all that they have done for us , has not gone in vain..


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Soha said...
on Mar. 14 at 9:14 am
It's really nice keep writing like this and make it parents pround

Soha said...
on Mar. 14 at 9:14 am
It's really nice keep writing like this and make it parents pround

uliveonce said...
on Mar. 14 at 1:53 am
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keep on writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

uliveonce said...
on Mar. 14 at 1:52 am
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I really like it. More coming soon




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