YOUR PARENTS
Who else can ignore your defecation?
Who else can unmind your urination?
Who else can clean your filthy mucus
Embalm your cuts, crying, wash your pus?
Hence, don't ill-treat your angelic parents
Don’t neglect your unique parents
Don’t dig in their hearts sore dents.
Ah! Unpayable are their gifts and rents.
The very Divine Incarnates, on Earth, they are
The mobile gods and goddesses, please care.
Who else can, as they, sacrifice and share?
Next to the Almighty, only they are rare.
One squeezes blood and drips selfless sweat
To feed you, prop you to stand and make you great;
Another suckles white sap to invigorate you
Toils, prays, cries and dies to immortalize you.
They are the two sides of your life’s coin
The healers of your every wound’s pain,
The two wheels of your achievement cart
The unceasing pulses of your throbbing heart.
Nowhere else can you attain panacean peace
No one else can pour on you so much bliss.
Nothing else can grant you redemption
If you are deprived of parents’ Affection.
N.B: This poem is dedicated to all the parents in the world, especially the neglected, tortured and suffocated ones. I thank one of my dear friends for encouraging me to pen such a poem.
©Shankar D Mishra 07 .02.2017
Who else can ignore your defecation?
Who else can unmind your urination?
Who else can clean your filthy mucus
Embalm your cuts, crying, wash your pus?
Hence, don't ill-treat your angelic parents
Don’t neglect your unique parents
Don’t dig in their hearts sore dents.
Ah! Unpayable are their gifts and rents.
The very Divine Incarnates, on Earth, they are
The mobile gods and goddesses, please care.
Who else can, as they, sacrifice and share?
Next to the Almighty, only they are rare.
One squeezes blood and drips selfless sweat
To feed you, prop you to stand and make you great;
Another suckles white sap to invigorate you
Toils, prays, cries and dies to immortalize you.
They are the two sides of your life’s coin
The healers of your every wound’s pain,
The two wheels of your achievement cart
The unceasing pulses of your throbbing heart.
Nowhere else can you attain panacean peace
No one else can pour on you so much bliss.
Nothing else can grant you redemption
If you are deprived of parents’ Affection.
N.B: This poem is dedicated to all the parents in the world, especially the neglected, tortured and suffocated ones. I thank one of my dear friends for encouraging me to pen such a poem.
©Shankar D Mishra 07 .02.2017
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