My Creativity Corner

Cycle Repeats?

You there, you there in the mom's room,
Waiting for yourself in the new world to bloom.

Once you grow up,
With the mom's you gotta break up.

You find your passion,
And forgot about the mom's ration.

You drop her to old age home's,
You take up child care loans.

They leave you like you did,
Because they are 'your' kid.

Love and care are it's sword,
Do that as if they are your lord.

They live the life very miserable,
Which ought to unbearable.

And they die, die with pain,
There's nothing in old age homes to gain.

We see that it's a process like mom's give birth to you and you leave her in old age homes. Then this happens with you too when you grows up. Hence wished to give an idea of how the child behaves.