The Irony Of Parents-Ship. Poem by Subrata Ray

Irony Of Parents-ship.(Part-I)
What an irony,
From such buffoon-y,
Of a branch of that part,
Oily tongue conventional hang,
And a fake and malicious heart.

Leaving the old parents,
The merry –he and she go,
Conventional gentle, fickle and fickle,
Venom of envy they show.

The old father casts a longing look,
To have a glimpse of the grand-children,
The old mother wishes to have the elder in the kitchen.
The two causeless victims, in their utter crisis moan,
But the scholar and the queen, -to them frown.

The innocent children, their grand-ones,
Pass every-day before their sides,
But alas! Alas! The poor parents have no ‘call’ to their rights.

The youngest son, ever harbors, the pangs of this ignoble crime,
But the merry-go, he and she pass in pleasure-trip their rime.
The two children in fear never uncover,
Their feeling for their grand mother and father,
Though they see, the unfortunates on the front road hover.

The post universities passports, and the social status,
With flatters and snobs, as they are, every-day attach,
To such status, a visit to poor parents, -is impossible!
For they have woven their cloths for the artificial cable..

In a broken heart, with pathos’s sigh the father dies,
No visit, no care, no share, the first fruit tries.
The public in burning- pyre, whisper of the negligence,
And that of the betrayal, and self imposed –fence.

Does wither the glory of the parental love?
And watching eye to every rope,
Self –denial, for opening the son’s scope!
Nay! Nay, in life’ bay the conscience must prick in old age,
The law-of causality must visit every one in ending –phase.(First-Part) .