Gangadharan nair Pulingat..


Family And Old Age. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The little boy in his own plays
The wealthy ones his parents, looks
With joy and pride and happiness there
Costly toys here and there
But in boys hand there they sees
An old metal mug he carefully took
Mother scolds the little one
Why you takes the old pot in care
Father angry with the little one
Lot of toys I have bought for you
Then why you take the dirty mug
Simply looking in the eyes of parents
Gingerly told the truth in little words
Dear ones I care this old mug
When I am grown and self reliant
Both of you will get aged and ailing
I want this mug to reuse for you
Just as you cared our dear grandpa and ma.

Topic(s) of this poem: friendship


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Growing awareness of elder peoples agony a little one tells the story which is a story going on.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 5, 2015



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