If you cherish your parents
On their tombs don't lament
Do not make granite stones
Nor ceremonies where you moan
Give them respect while alive
In their hearts deep you dive
Help them when they're old
That time is dearer than gold
Remember when you was young
They fed you trained your tongue
Observed you day and night
Deprived selves till you stood right
Fairness is give and take
Truthful be do not be fake
They would pass away soon
So begins your afternoon.
5-5-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
have read some of your poems. I found them very interesting. the thought behind most I can identify with, this one in particular. well done.