Old Age- Second Childhood Poem by KAUSHAL SABOO

Clouds were Clear, It was a Bright day.
Coming back from walk, Grandpa was making his way.
Very Happy was he, In his eyes, Of Hope, There was a ray.
He was expecting it to be Great, as it was his Birthday!

But Everyone was Busy, with their lives and its problem,
Thinking that, 'They had forgotten his Birthday ', makes him numb.
But Still he was hoping for a Surprise.
Because for him, They will always be nice.

He went to Dad, To help him recall,
He was there with him, For every rise and fall.
On his Birthday, To everyone, Grandpa used to distribute sweet.
Now what should he do, If his own son forgot it.

With still hopes in eyes, He came to mom and me.
But seeing my friends, towards them, I flee.
Mom and Dad went for their Job,
Grandpa was feeling very lonely, Though living in a Mob.

No one was there, Grandpa sat and Cried.
Hearing footsteps, To cover his tears, He tried.
Grandma came with a Cake in her hand.
To him, She was like an angel, with a magical wand.

They celebrated it, Eating in only one dish.
Grandma asked him to make a wish.
'It's your birthday, In remaining days, Pray for more Fun',
With closed eyes and a smile on his face, he prayed, ' BLESS MY CHILDREN! '

Remember our parents haven't earned anything, We are only their gem.
We are here, because of them.
Don't scold them, or treat them as your responsibility.
They want your Love and respect and not pity.