Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,265 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Parents And Children - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Grown up child,
you don’t love your dad and mom
anymore,
at least not in the way
they would have liked you to
as you are to them
their entire world
but to you they are now
just a man and a woman
who begot and brought you up
because they had to
which in no way was exceptional
as you deserved to be brought up
in the best way they could
and shaped for a life
as the nicest dream they could dream
for you to grow up
and blossom into a flower
whose fragrance would see them thru
the rest of their life
and would complete the circle
that god designs for mankind.
But they find,
the grown up child doesn’t love them
the way they had dreamed
when they held its hands
for its first steps of life
and they died to hear
its first papa and mamma
and stood beside their child
at each step thence
embracing it
as their best company
and finding in it
their heaven on earth
ever ready to do
whatever it would take
to see their child happy.
Grown up child,
your dad and mom
though feel debarred from your world
still hold onto their world
that’s made just of you!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 2, 2013


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