With the crying of a baby,
Happiness spreads around,
All happy without thinking of future fee,
He is crowned.
The school starts with jolly,
Parents tight with pocket,
But child given proper brolly,
Money flowing out like rocket.
Days pass one after another,
Child grows up with pen and books,
Family happy with life going smoother,
But who knows, child concentrating on looks.
Parents working day and night,
Just to fulfill every need,
Child, now youth, is on a flight,
And going out of control in speed.
His friends has become his family,
He finds all joy in them,
Going away from being homely,
Thinking himself to be a gem.
In every needs he comes to his family,
And later never shows any concern,
He will regret for surely,
One day he has to return.
Who has changed him?
Is it the society, or extra care of parents?
Why is he so grim?
Why is he giving importance to cents?
Not caring for parents equaling god,
They who have never complained,
Why are they in situation which is odd,
They feel as if they are detained.
When will the child understand?
Parents are god on earth,
The child is losing everything from hand,
Until he knows their worth.
One day he will surely realize,
What he has lost in his life,
When he will not have god to be wise,
And at that time he has to strife.
He has to strife…………..
He has to strife……………..
PARMITA BISWAS
