Swapnil Pednekar

Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

By giving us birth and letting us grow, They shed their blood and sweated their brow, At every stage of our lives They were there by our side In our triumphs, they rejoiced! In our defeat, they shared our grief Who else but our PARENTS Can be so kind and good to us? As we grow and take new roles By way of marriage or going offshore, We turn cold blooded or heartless to say, To the same old parents- whom we had promised to repay, We turn them out from our heart and homes… To “old-age homes” where they are left to roam, In their heart they have bitter memories, And in our hearts we are guilty. The sacrifices we have to make, By way of taking care of them