I see my parents and others
Walking, talking and doing
So many things and bothers
Why so helpless is my being
I entirely depend on them all
And feel so gloomy and sad
If I try it gives painful fall
How long I must lie on bed
But one thing it tells me sure
Matchless servers parents are
With a heart so true and pure
In all weathers sweet and sour
Can I be ever like them at time
They need my help and care
Can I remember their rhyme
Ever be like them faithful fair
.....lovely innocent thought of a baby are well pictured through this poem, we actually love being helpless, and being served during our childhood, but serving once parents after growing is a matter of uncertainty. You greatly brought out the emotions even through this short piece.....
Oh! Sweet thoughts of sweet innocent baby. Lovely imagination. Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear, you captured the same image, lovely, i appreciate it. thanks for sharing and for your comment.