Son to Father
You are no more cool,
Grey haired and half bald;
My circle and my gathering,
Your presence is uncalled.
Your clothes are withered,
And you carry too much weight;
Fed up with your presence,
And your careless distrait.
Your bleary eyes,
You are over the hill;
Lack of enthusiasm,
And nothing more to thrill.
You being a father,
Never cared for me;
Never met my demands,
Never let me free.
Stay away from me,
Let me live my way;
Don't be my barrier dad,
Don't add to my dismay.
Mother to son
Kind patient and loving,
He is the anchor;
Holding the family together,
He saved us from all canker.
He has seen all odds,
To see you rise above;
All he expects from us,
Is a little care and love.
Selfless, unpraised and unnoticed,
The epitome of sacrifice;
He has lived for us,
Gladly given up his paradise.
Despite your rudeness,
His love is undettered;
His commitment for the family,
Is unconditional and unheard.
He still toil for you,
In the scorching sun;
For your happiness dear,
He never had a fun
Though you are grown up,
He is still undone;
Have pride in him,
Be a true son.
~Krishna Acharya
BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.
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