veeraiyah subbulakshmi

My Rights.. - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

My parents take me to the Malls one after another,
Where I have seen local people and foreigners,
Young boys and girls hug and kiss each other, while shopping,
My parents did not bother to notice what I am watching,
Every Sunday we visit the Malls to shop and roam,
Until our legs are tired and then only we come back home,
Exam is nearer and I am grounded with books and tuition,
Outing, entertainment and TV all out of reach,
My father, a professional, wants me to excel,
My professional mother prays for me to succeed,
Both of them try to educate me as much as possible,
Even they may think of programming the brain of their child,
I am not as excellent as them and I want to practice,
How I was brought up. But they scold and curse,
That I am rebellious, not cultured and loose.

Comments about My Rights.. by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

  • Gold Star - 8,689 Points Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (6/7/2012 11:24:00 PM)

    a nave narration of facts that parents ignore. shan (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 15 Points Swetha Vanakayalapati (6/7/2012 9:56:00 AM)

    sensitive and capture right senses! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 445 Points Danny Draper (6/7/2012 7:45:00 AM)

    This is a good expression of true emotions in free form. Besides writing your emotions sharing them with your parents is also a good way to communicate. Poetry should be shared. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,857 Points Wahab Abdul (6/7/2012 7:20:00 AM)

    nice one..good thinking, good rhythm and good question (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 7, 2012

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