Parents Plight

When the news of a child is heard by the parents,
They buy a lot of presents.
For their cute & little child,
Who's skin will be so soft n mild.
And finally when the child is born as a girl or boy,
They buy n give them many a toy .
They take so much care of them,
& keep them happy upto the brim.
They fulfill all their wishes that are needed,
And buy all the necessary items for them to be feeded.
And as they start going to school,
They give them all the important instructions n tool.
They are given valuable lessons,
At starting and ending sessions.
But as they start to grow,
Their tolerance began to get low.
And this makes the parents feel sad and gloom,
And they start falling in their mental sickroom.
And with passage of time they becomes a woman or man,
And thinks that they could do whatever they can.
Thus , this thought comes to their mind,
That their parents would make their ways shrine.
So when all the properties come to their hand,
They made their their parents life fully banned.!
And they leave them in an old age home,
To make them sleep in a rubbish foam.
And then the parents realized ,
That their child was the biggest reason of their demise.
But now no option was left alone,
Rather to die together in an old age home!
.. 
By alfia ahfad
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Bangalee Avatar
April 28, 2020 at 2:36 AM
beautiful poem penned; I enjoyed
Dalei Avatar
March 29, 2020 at 12:15 PM
Welcome to poetry soup. It is really a good poetry you have penned. It bears a good msg. Keep on writing, it will refine ur skill day by day.Wishing u nice days ahead...........hugs//Manmath//
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