I have seen things more than anyone,
From the little ones, to their little one
All have grown up, even me.
They may have forgotten those old day scenes.
Where the mother starved to feed her son and daughters,
When she struggled to serve their father.
Now my leaves where she stays
To watch her grandchildren happily play.
They run, they jump, under my shed,
She watches them from top and loves them from depth.
For the father, he loved his son like none.
Now the grandchildren who gets his incomparable love.
He had grown from father to grandfather
Yet he loves to see those mango showers.
And for once someone remember the coconut trees,
Who stood there and have seen more than anyone sees.
By Yash_1608 (23/5/23 . 7:06 am)
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PuisiHere is all my thoughts and point of views and stories kept suffocated inside a cage which is one by one crawling out the cage. it's a poem compilation about my life and some other stories that I came across this last two months. Words are the stron...
