Not To Wither Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

They are your parents, fatuous or be what.
They are, what all is said and done, your root,
For whom you must live up to final duties.

They are your siblings, selfish or be what.
They are, what all is said and done, your branch
For whom you must do your obligations.

They are offspring, prodigal or be what.
They are, what all is said and done, your shoots,
For whom you must do your sacrifices.

She or he is your spouse, worn out or be what.
She or he is, what all is said and done, your stalk,
For whom you must discharge your commitment.

You pass through the stage of offspring, sibling,
Spouse and parent in your life cycle
And must desperately need those assistance
From them, failing which you'll wilt and wither