My Parents

My Parents short poem

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On my birth, they were smiling at me
while I was crying at them

When in the cradle they were trying to kiss me
while I was seeking to miss them

While as a kid they were pinching my cheeks,
I was shouting at their pranks

When I was a teenager they were worrying about my future
while I was flirting with the neighbour’s daughter

When I was a bachelor they wanted to search a
bride for me while I was seeking love of my girl

When I got married they all felt a sigh of relief
while I carried a bundle of worries

When I became a parent they looked aged while I felt bonded
When I retired they were going to the grave while I was trying to be brave

I have understood how difficult it is to be human
while they have practiced the same and are now in heaven

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Savi Mani

yet another meaningful wonderful thought provoking poem from you Ramapriya ji…yes we realise how much sacrifice and love and care parents do for their children only when we ourselves become parents………
nice poem loved every bit of it specially “When I was a teenager they were worrying about my future while I was flirting with the neighbour’s daughter” so true for every teenager………..ha ha ha


The beauty and magnanimity of parenthood…of that beautiful bond they share with their little ones..a million eulogies are not enough to describe a parent!

Paulo Sérgio Costa

Ramapriya… this is a truly amazing poem! Actually brought a tear to my eye–Great job!


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