Four saplings planted, hopes so high,
a father's burden, 'neath a weary sky.
he dreamt of shoulders, strong and true,
to bear his weight, when life was through.
But weeds of greed, choked tender shoots,
and brothers clashed, with bitter fruits.
no gentle hand, no solace found,
only cold hearts, on barren ground.
The will unread, a battle won,
by selfish sons, beneath the setting sun.
his weary soul, finds no repose,
just fractured dreams, where bitterness grows.
Asim this has brilliance Thanx for sharing bravo! ! ! ! !
Harsh realities of life. Siblings and their demands are never ending. So well written
A lesson Hopeful the younger generation will learn from, with compassionate hearts! ....
Very creatively and so heart touchingly expressed! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++
Ohh, The sorrows of family and siblings so deeply heart felt! .. And unfortunately common.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful piece throughout.... thank u.... friend....