Child
Child, the future of mankind
Has its roots in the womb of the feminine divine Provides scope to the parents hope
But they will reap what they sow
His smile brings them happiness His tears make them cry
His presence makes them feel worthy His acts brings them nigh
His childhood days are always blooming While teenage is the time for grooming Adultage is the age of mystery
And old age repeats the history
If he is so much for his parents
And realises their endurance
What makes him turn the tables
And treat his parents no more than pebbles
This is not what they deserve Not for what they have preserved They demanded him in prayers Not to survive in hell and bear
He needs to know time repeats itself
Someday he will be a father himself Then what if his son repeats himself He will be shattered to pieces
Remember to worship your parents as God As they are your earthy Lords
A child is still a stem of a tree
And can never reach the roots until he bents
Beautiful