Gloom on face
Nature serves well
But why we turn cruel?
Push old people to venture outside
spend the lonely life on bench so wide
Cool breeze remind
And gentle wind
That helped to build family
With blessing from an almighty
It was welcome home
With children playing out and come
I used to watch them with happiness
The smile was to rush always on face
Now birds have got strong wings
They have everything to sing
The branches provide all comforts
But we have lost resorts
Nothing has changed
Only I have aged
The bench reminds me of only place
Where I come and sit with gloomy face
Nothing has changed Only I have aged The bench reminds me of only place Where I come and sit with gloomy face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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