The Parenthood. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He couldn't remember his birthday
Since he is an orphan in childhood days
Born in the street somewhere in cosmopolitan
A man of kindness took him to orphanage
There he grown as a child with happiness
But knowing well he is an orphan always
The mother may be somewhere in the street
Or working hard to earn something to eat
He makes and pretends to be happy with others
When occasion comes that in the way of birthdays
He knew well he had a birth day in this world
But neglect of parents kept him as an orphan
The teacher told him not to be sad in life
And keep up the tendency to grow with knowledge
Make every efforts to climb the ladders
The success there awaits you to claim by someone
One day you will be a man of knowledge and wisest
That day you await and try your best
Birthdays are the happiest moment of life
But often it is a memory of neglect of parenthood.