Without Thought Of Past & Future Poem by Ashly Raju

The love and concern

Of parents are waste

For the thankless adults.

But the time when

Loneliness was fearful,

When darkness led to cry

The providence of parents

Was valuable.

At present, the love of mother,

Who bore, is disgrace.

The concern of father,

Who have always held

Near to his heart, is shameful.

The stories they told,

The games that they played with,

The immemorable kisses that they gave

And everything that they spent

Have vanished.

Without thinking of

The childhood and senility of selves

The old parents are pushed

To the edge of the house.

So be prepared

For the dark rooms

In the senility.