From The Old People’s House Poem by akram saqib

When I lie on the Soft couch
I come by a severe Reproach
Reproach of the days
Which were in your ways!
Reproach for the love
Which I kept above
Above every thing each
Where does only reach
The elevated thoughts
But I have got
A severe blow
From the time’s bow
It pulled me back
I fell like a sack
Returned on the coach
To get other reproach
From the Youngman
Who walk in vain?
He looks like thee
When comes round me
He snubs in the way
As you, on the day
When I was at home
With you and your mom
Your mom passed
And I was crossed
In grief and gloom
But keep you bloom
Like smiling flower
As spring shower
Oh, my eyes rain
All in vain
You brought your “life”
In the form of wife
Alas! I did so
With my father lo!
I thought him a bar
And days are not far
When I would become
A deep deep humm!
Feeling me a bar
You will debar
Me from the home
Making a gnome
Took me from hand
Like a sacrifice rand
Put me behind
With affected kind
Get me piled
In the wild wild
Old people house
Like a plagued mouse