When I was ...

The poem describes the feelings of a person during his/ her lifetime towards their parents.

When I was …

When I was four..

I had a little bicycle that I rode.

My mother would come running to me

If she saw me falling and hurting my knee.

She would hug me before I could cry

And let me eat the whole apple pie.

 

When I was Eight

I had a little brother , who I used to hate.

He would break my things , I called him a devil

I wanted to break his bones , but he was not of my level!

My parents said he is a angel with a wing

I wanted to tie him with a string.

 

 

When I was sixteen

I behaved like I was nineteen

I couldn’t stand my parents near me

All they did was yelling at me!

They never cared for what I wanted

I felt ,they try to keep me bonded.

 

 

When I was twenty five

I worked  nine to five.

I realized my parents were right

I should’ve been more polite

Suddenly ,I  felt ,they were so close to my heart

All I wished ,oh god never tear us apart.

 

 

When I was fifty one

Life lost all its meaning and fun

My kids were eighteen

And anywhere they go , they made a scene

They were as old as me

When I hated my parents, I agree!

 

 

 

When I was sixty eight

My parents passed away , it was fate.

Without them , I felt so lonely

I cried heavily , at their death ceremony,

As a kid , I’ve hurt them a lot

I wanted to apologize but I could not.

 

 

 

Today, I turned seventy five

I feel am weak ,now I find its difficult  to survive.

I never wanted to grow up,

I wanted to stay young.

I wouldn't miss my parents for long

Someday, the lord will take me to them , where I belong.

-Punita Khanduri

Author's Note

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Reviews

[sakshi arora]

Punita I m glad tu agai it's a wonderful poem widow honesty well penned

[EyeAmSparkling]

Heheh . Thank you so much behan :*