Dry and yellow, the leaves when turn
They know that its time for them to return
They fall from the trees, right on the ground
Buried they get soon, never to be found.
They were born from the soil, tiny, shiny and green
Looked towards the sun, growing from a bean
They turned to be sturdy, strong and high
Smiling at the clouds and birds that fly.
All through their life, as years passed on by
They bore flowers and fruits, to give some joy.
Selfless, loving, giving and sharing, all that was theirs
The tree parts away with all that it bears.
Guiding through the dark, clearing every path
Seeing their child, in the rays of glory bath
Selfless, loving, giving and sharing all that is theirs
Our parents never ask for all that was theirs.
Weak and tired, our parents when turn
They know that its time for them to return
They fall from our eyes, right on the ground
Buried they get soon, never to be found.
Heartfelt poem............And life goes on like this, we all are puppets and with age we all will become weak and fragile and one day will say goodbye, those who have seen our birth will show us their death. Amusing.
JazakAllah Asim Sahib for your warm and hearty comments.Your comments express your inner beautiful self.
We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves............thank you....it was so emotional for me.......Iam crying even though the tears are never falling from my eyes
this is powerful peace to read, I really enjoyed reading it..! Keep it up...! :)
Wow excellent...! ! This poetry is magnificent... glory be..peace.. :) just keep writing & sharing..
Brilliant usage of imagery from nature to describe the invaluable contribution of our parents in giving shape to our life.
The circle of life continues as we step into their shoes we know the value of their sacrifices and love. God bless all the parents and keep them hale and healthy. beautiful poem Uzefa touchy to the core.10+++
Guiding through the dark, clearing every path Seeing their child, in the rays of glory bath Selfless, loving, giving and sharing all that is theirs Our parents never ask for all that was theirs Verily and verily
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well-done- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They were born from the soil, tiny, shiny and green Looked towards the sun, growing from a bean They turned to be sturdy, strong and high Smiling at the clouds and birds that fly.
Thank you dear Susan, your words of encouragement mean a lot to me