Save Him Poem by Puskar Sikdar

The little boy crawled on the ground,
Hands and knees, without a sound.
His father lifted him to his chest,
Filling his heart with dreams, the very best.

The boy understood not those dreams,
But swallowed words with eyes that gleam.
When tears would flow from his eyes,
His mother soothed him with sweet honey pies.

Years passed, the boy grew tall,
Restless heart, he heard no call.
Cared not for the pain others bore,
No empathy within his core.

Enrolled in school, joy unfurled,
In new threads, he danced and twirled.
On this path, he found new zeal,
Breaking barriers with iron will.

Educated now, with a job in hand,
Father's hard-earned money, like grains of sand.
He seized the chance, claimed his fate,
Leaving love behind at a rapid rate.

Now father weeps, eyes drenched in sorrow,
Mother's heart aches, with no hope for tomorrow.
They stare at the calendar, days passing by,
While the father's soul prepares to die.

The son forgot, ungrateful and cold,
Left his mother's heart with bruises untold.
No words, no call, only silent disdain,
Their love now burdened with endless pain.

Why did fate cast such a spell?
What fault was theirs? No one can tell.
So, let this be a plea to all who live,
Worship your parents, for all they give.

In their love, divinity resides,
In their care, true greatness abides.