She bore him in her womb for nine months
nourished him with her blood
feed her breast with a divine hope
to attain his youth
accomplished him with full devotion
to enable him to serve the country
to serve the mankind
Now he is grown up
with a dynanic will and power
a lots of dreams are floating
success will kiss his feet
Alas!
his all dreams are futile
he is knocking door to door
seeking for enployment
Government is also failure
to give him employment
Govt.body is engaged
either to save their chair
or to collect, to prepare for next election
no scope is left under sundries of rules
His youth is futile
superanuated before superanuation
Futility of youth is a super crime
in the law of nature
Save the youth from all victims of social, economical and political obligation
Unemployment has risen to unmanageable proportions in India and unless Govt. takes steps to stem the rot, youth power will be a waste. Very nice poem.
So true, the young should have every opportunity to make the best of their lifes in a productive and positive way! ! Excellent write! !
We are all at the mercy of life's (mis) fortunes. We are like reads that blow which ever way the wind blows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We live in a world where they look for immediate gains and not for the long term future. Nicely stated.