I had seen the fear of old,
His every tears was bright and bold.
He wAs fearing of a man who comes,
Man was not aged butt young ones.
Young is searching the pair for two,
But for old no one is more than you.
Love and respect you had already sold,
Old is thinking young one as gold.
In angryness sometime you had scold,
More than this
You can beat,
After that why you had not talk or meet?
This will really hit,
To mind of old.
Not hoping for better life of young generation,
But who for best life of old generation.
His luminiousness was going to decline,
But his eyes was full of kin.
He will move
But you cannot improve.....
A refined poetic imagination, Shipra singh. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Grandparents are the generation we look up to. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
His luminiousness was going to decline, But his eyes was full of kin.. very expressive of the pain of the Old ones who lived for you and pointing to the indifference in the young ones. very fine poem. thank u dear poetess. tony