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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