Nine years have passed
Since he drew his last
The ventilator was just a ploy
You live in times when sons
Took care of parents and
Afternoon tea was served on time
We live in apartments now
Which are like breeding places
And retirement homes
I never saw you sad
Maybe you are just cold
Shoving your ideals and
Your notions of old
You have read much and seen more
Be wise and stay still
Let the linen be unwashed
And the dishes piled
Let it be
Mother pls cry
It'll help you be
Mother pls cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully insightful poem, Vivek. My one advice for this is to avoid abbreviations, like pls