When I look back upon my life,
I feel that I could have or
Should have given
More to my parents.
I loved them, took care of them,
But I couldn’t spend more
Time with them.
Neither a full cry nor
Lamenting over my failure,
Can’t be any help now
Except to smoothen my heart
I know, the past can never be recreated.
But writing about them
And thinking about them
I shall show a way to others
And or I will draw some
Solace and comfort.
I know, for me they are
The only anchor,
As I constantly quarrel
With the creator.
I feel that I could have or
Should have given
More to my parents.
I loved them, took care of them,
But I couldn’t spend more
Time with them.
Neither a full cry nor
Lamenting over my failure,
Can’t be any help now
Except to smoothen my heart
I know, the past can never be recreated.
But writing about them
And thinking about them
I shall show a way to others
And or I will draw some
Solace and comfort.
I know, for me they are
The only anchor,
As I constantly quarrel
With the creator.
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