I still remember the day I took you in my arms
with your mom beside me lookin at you so calm
We tried to read your cry, to know what you really speak
but mom and I thought, we really make you freak
when your fingers touched us, we felt like the happiest person's on earth
and we thought it should be the same till our last breadth
As years rolled, our hairs started to fade
and your love towards us too started to fade
I accept your a busiest person on earth
but with tears we say don't forget the souls which gave you breadth
A day will come for us to close our eyes
that time my dear son don't let us surrounded by flies.....
current status of parents-children bondage is well portrayed; in Indian context son is preferred to perform the final rites after death as if the body will not be turned to ashes if a son is not there; many a family the final rites are done to parents by sons very much when parents are alive....great going...fine poem Sebastine lusifer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..A day will come for us to close our eyes that time my dear son don't let us surrounded by flies..... expressedly intense in tone and the love of parents mix with true blend...the longing of parents for a child when they become 'Man of today'...nice write..10 fo u sebastine