Reason For Annoyance - Poem by Hasmukhlal Amathalallal
What a severe jolt and push to me in person?
When son made attempt to dislodge me without any reason?
I was there just watching beautiful house built with hard work
Now I found myself on the road with harsh comment and jerk
All past scenes just emerged on my mind screen
Rude behavior and disrespect in such manner was never seen
I had brought up the children with lots of struggle
Now they have pushed me out of home causing troubles
How can one expect such humiliation from their blood?
Where person has taken enough care to bring them up and provide food
Imparted enough of education so that everything is properly understood
But today I find my self in fix and curse the luck to be in wood
I watched and stared at the beautiful mansion
It had all my attachment, emotions and dreams to mention
How hard I had struggled to build small nest?
Not so big but enough to afford them as the best
Birds fly off when their young ones get strong wing
Change the whole behavior and differently sing
They won't recognize who was their originator
No relation there after for being a sole selector
"You have no place to be here or around"
"You will had it if in future you were found"
I felt pity at him for being rude and disrespectful
He forgot to remember that one day he too might be unsuccessful
All parents wish their children to be highly educated
Stand on own feet and be highly rated
Raise the head with social status and stand with pride
But never expect indifferent attitude to be tried
I loved to be parent of good children
I always blessed them despite arrogance even
I thought of noble act and preferred to be judged later
Let them enjoy material wealth but not turn as hater
The welcome home represented dedicated effort
With only one aim to anchor safely at port
Stay with family as one unit and enjoy
But alas! It has turned out to be a reason for annoyance
Comments about Reason For Annoyance by Hasmukhlal Amathalallal
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye