FAMILY
Poem by Chan Mongol
November 22 of 2021
I ask my heart who are still dear to me?
My late parents and late blood family.
In thoughts, in dreams, I see their scenes;
I see them alive like they are in movies.
My dreams break up and nobody I see;
None to walk by, everything is empty!
Once they mourned for own family;
Life was never real but only the mystery!
When human babies born, they cry;
Illusions and cries last until they die.
I am telling you that only one life to go on;
Why go far for job, money, education?
Whom and what you lost, lost forever;
In short life, nothing you can recover!
Be happy with blood family what you got;
Guests come and go whom you brought.
Some also hate parents, blood family;
For greedy adults, bloods are enemy.
Bad friends, scriptures, laws also inspire;
To do criminal acts against blood father.
Do rights and duty, follow family discipline;
Don't do feuds, treasons and don't be mean!
Children turn different when in adulthood;
Inheriting two families can be good or rude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem