Don't talk like that
About my Father
It is so deceiving
He is the man that gave you life
After he made you
And you are one of my Father's child
Also if wasn't for my Father you would not be here
Do you get that?
Also your life is very precious
Don't you dare gamble with your life
Because you have no right to do that
Be grateful that you are alive every day
That is what you should do
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A poem of meaning. Respect should be given to all and most of all to those that created us, parents and should we believe in God then the same. A lovely write.
I, at times, think bad of my father,
My brother used to criticize him,
But, my father led a simple life,
Two old pants, and two old shirts,
Even for every joyful festivals,
He will get us new clothes,
But, won't buy for him new dress,
He didn't have even a cycle to ride,
He used to worry a lot due to his job,
He lived with only saddest thoughts,
He denied not anything for us,
Blood tears come to my eyes,
When I think of his sad life,
We sons were too young to pacify him
We didn't have the maturity to console,
Surely it is a curse inflicted by the Lord,
Whenever thoughts about him come,
My heart fill with deepest sorrows,
He was a genius in math and English,
I must life only once in this world,
After my death I know not my state,
I feel crucified over my dad's gloom,
I pray my parents must be in Heaven
Too late as my father died long back,
I am agonized whenever I think of him,
I LOVE THIS POEM AND MY THANKS !
I, at times, think bad of my father,
My brother used to criticize him,
But, my father led a simple life,
Two old pants, and two old shirts,
Even for every joyful festivals,
He will get us new clothes,
But, won't buy for him new dress,
He didn't have even a cycle to ride,
He used to worry a lot due to his job,
He lived with only saddest thoughts,
He denied not anything for us,
Blood tears come to my eyes,
When I think of his sad life,
We sons were too young to pacify him
We didn't have the maturity to console,
Surely it is a curse inflicted by the Lord,
Whenever thoughts about him come,
My heart fill with deepest sorrows,
He was a genius in math and English,
I must life only once in this world,
After my death I know not my state,
I feel crucified over my dad's gloom,
I pray my parents must be in Heaven
Too late as my father died long back,
I am agonized whenever I think of him,
I LOVE THIS POEM AND MY THANKS !
I, at times, think bad of my father,
My brother used to criticize him,
But, my father led a simple life,
Two old pants, and two old shirts,
Even for every joyful festivals,
He will get us new clothes,
But, won't buy for him new dress,
He didn't have even a cycle to ride,
He used to worry a lot due to his job,
He lived with only saddest thoughts,
He denied not anything for us,
Blood tears come to my eyes,
When I think of his sad life,
We sons were too young to pacify him
We didn't have the maturity to console,
Surely it is a curse inflicted by the Lord,
Whenever thoughts about him come,
My heart is filled with deepest sorrows,
He was a genius in math and English,
I must life only once in this world,
After my death I know not my state,
I feel crucified over my dad's gloom,
I pray my parents must be in Heaven
Too late as my father died long back,
I am agonized whenever I think of him,
I LOVE THIS POEM AND MY THANKS !
Excellent write
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