My eyes have been strained
setting on the road bend
So as to behold thy image
Alas! umpteen times
They have mistaken
The wayfarers for you
Tonight too I will keep warm
Your favourite food that I cooked
As I have been doing all these years
It's too late in the night
I can't sleep unless you come
And fed with my hand once again
the old lantern with a dim light
Is hung at the doorway
and the door is shut unbolted
Gently come in and go to the dining
If you find me slept
Never wake me up
It will be a sleep I can never wake from
It's a consolidation of sleeps I skipped
Every night since you left
Your dad had left a word for you
To stand at his grave for a while
So that he may see you from within it
Tonight too I will keep warm Your favourite food that I cooked....I admire the poet's emotions filled expression! A beautiful love poem...5 stars!
A deeply emotional poem waiting for the child to come back home. Beautifully penned -the agony and anguish of the parent.The
Poignant reflection of different facets of love and affection
Here I find the love of parents for their diserted children
A profound poem. As you sow shall you reap...Balance sheet will tally in the end.
The longing to embrace their children is far too strong to understand the journey the children go through to secure their future. Never ever abandon your parents and run after this materialistic world. Both need to balance the need to fullfill eachothers needs. Touchy poem.
Kids are away in search of opportunities. nothing wrong as the time demands. A very heart touching poem.
for tat! if I avoid the looking after of parents then it's fixed for me that future child of me will surely avoid looking after me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt expression. Sir you are right when we fail to take care of our parents well. The argument is never ending. We need to behave sensible and compassionate.