Solid Proof Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was obedient son, no doubt
Poor parent always talked about
I was getting thrilled and feeling shy
I had every reason to feel proud and try

It was father who controlled
And mother who nurtured
Kept us together and happy
We had happy home already

I came to know little later
That father was not doing better
His age was handicap
He was very much eager but trapped

This made me little cautious
I wanted to be rich and famous
Father always came before eyes
This prompted me to put more thrust and try

To day I have everything
But parents are missing
I see full home of my own
But really happiness has remained unknown

It is not only made of bricks
But sentiments are also in form sticks
They hold roof with solid proof
How can one remain away or aloof?