Shall not care
I wish and pray
For their comfortable and peaceful stay
As they are part of my family
I have grown full tree
Had it been confined to me?
My thoughts could flee
Some more towards others
And wish them to usher too
But alas! I will not do
As I am not true to conscious
If I do the same with folded hands
The god shall certainly lend favor and mercy at the end
For the whole of life
I lived with torn strife
Still learnt nothing
And finally lost everything
No one was near
And I feared
I will die claimless
And members shall not care to tress even
Brothers and sisters
When talk to parents
Their tone is selfish
As if sacred relation is finished
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brothers and sisters When talk to parents Their tone is selfish As if sacred relation is finished