I heard today the preacher say
There are five sides of a chair;
The left, right, front and back
Are four sides we need to care.
On the left side are our neighbors
Who always tend to gossip around;
But are always very near to us
At times of sickness we are found.
On the right are our parents,
Siblings and all the loved ones;
Who are the pieces of our heart
At moments of joy and happiness.
On the front are our leaders
Who have paved our pathway;
And to them we are duty bound
Working faithfully night and day.
Behind are our fellow brethren
Whom we always do not care;
But they are our well-wishers
Love and care we need to share.
While I was wondering of the fifth
The preacher talked of the Lord;
And all the blessings from above
That comes from heaven abode.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic imagery. The fifth side carried the suspense through which is rather the most important Thanks a lot.
Thanks a lot Sir. Human beings tend to forget some of the sides while they are in post.