You are making me, why
Only because of my old age
Well, you have this right high
You are at the age of youth
And are all bright & ignite
And certainly all immature
And so unaware about the nature.
You are enjoying your spring days
And have colours so not care.
But you would meet the real life
You too would see old parents at a stage
Than you would understand the facts
And you won’t tease them
But my grandchildren would mock them
And you will not like that trend
But realizing your folly you would excuse
And at that stage you feel repentance
And then want to apologize to me
But alas ! I wouldn’t be in the world.
