Oldage home

Heart of mine is
A home of him 
Now he looks for something 
That nothing to mean.

The feelings are as old as
A big tree but
Roots are useless
It seems to him. 

These hands embraced
When he needed  
Now it seems him
As a stupid.

When he cried for a toy 
I gave the best to him 
Now he has no place to 
Keep me with him. 

When he was younger 
I used to keep him in my lap 
When I need he couldn't
give me an embrace. 

Although old furniture's were
Replaced by new  
Today I'm like a old furniture 
And there is no place
To keep between the few. 

He has his own family
Blessed with a son 
I wish he never be
A old furniture or
Need an old age home. 

©Lata tejeshwar

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