be paid up by your own coin
When I see the old lady
Moves with a bag with tearful eyes
To an old age home leaving her own behind
For every young including me is not enough writing poetry
In protest we should move out from our houses
Until there is no house meant for the old age
Otherwise we will do the same mistake
As this young lady did when she was young
She did nothing,
In this situation when some one was seen
Nor she taught her own children
That when human beings become old
They become child
Hold their fingers make them walk
Feed them good food give them no work
If you do not show them
How did you serve their grand parents
Where they could learn from
It is now easy to blame others
But how could you shirk your own responsibility?
When you taught them
How to shun softness
In life nothing is meaningful except success
Nothing they should see when they shoot their target
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