The Morning Sun Comments

In serving parents who is slow, To Makka, Kashi, let him go, Till death in prayers let him bow, His efforts all will random go. Beautiful. Great write.

And being but a circle we all go.. iip.. James

Great poem, Anwar. I love the message. Congrats on having this poem chosen as 'POD'. Well deserved.

Yeah, so long as they alive it is the son's duty to serve them. A nice message for all. Thanks for sharing and Congrats.

very touching...................

A lovely poem.. Caring and loving parents is blessing

Such a heartwarming poem, Anwar..... a perfect 10++++++

I made my first comment before reading his biography. Good to learn about this great poet.

In todays society when family is being undermined from all sides, this poem is a beautiful reminder of family values. A well deserving place for poem of day place. Congratulations.

a lovely poem that reminds us of the importance of being part of a loving family? .............wonderfully written Anwar

Beautiful poem for children, to remind parents as part of their life, as we are part of theirs too. Beautiful advices in every line! Congrats to you too

Excellent advice...I like this a lot as it has a musical, recitative rhythm too...congratulations and thanks a lot

Congratulations! This is a nice and tender affectionate poem on this poem of the day. This morning sun is of course our dearest darling son. Parents adore their son as darling sun. Till death in prayers let this sun bow and glow. Very beautifully presented outstanding poem is shared here...10

Congrats, a lovely poem......................................................

Verily, the last stanza explains it all. A great write indeed loved reading and commenting Added to my favourite

Mr. Jarooqui, It is interesting how the sun is the source of our strength. Without this fire ball we would all be but dust. Our parents must not be forgotten but honoured and enjoyed. Thier love is so precious and ours for them. Wonderful piece of work! ...................Bless you................................Kathy

A plea to the younger generations. Will they hear? Will they discard the traditions that have bound generation after generation to the respect and care of the generations preceding? How can tradition compete with the social influences that are so ubiquitous and invasive? Much is changing; much is gained, and much is lost.

In serving parents who is slow, To Makka, Kashi, let him go, Till death in prayers let him bow, His efforts all will random go.

Thank you poet for conveying a great message to our sons and daughters through such a beautifully rhymed poem. (10)

With the very first poem shared with PH community, you have reached he zenith. Wonderful and congrats too. Most of all, it is quite timely, 'cos, a trend is developing currently with more and more aging parents are being discarded by their own children. Very pathetic. You have directly addressed them aptly. Thanks for sharing.