As parents, they had reared their children well,
With unrequited love in life;
They’d slogged to keep them happy, world will tell,
And freed them from unwanted strife.
And children spent a childhood pleasantly;
They felt secure in parents’ hands;
They ate and played and slept without worry;
They dreamt and built castles of sands!
As elderly, their hearts now pine for love;
None want to talk, enquire, care;
Depressed, they pray to Almighty above;
Their eyes assume a vacant stare!
The love they gave unrequited now stays;
With trust in God, they spend their days!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting that the young cannot love the old