23.UNGRATEFUL ONES

Poem n video by Pal. Memories linger on; My lovely father;A Symbol of sacrifice; Make even burning candle shy; What could be the matter!; Never was he this; Withdrawn in himself: Upset and hurt in silence.

 

Ungrateful ones

 

Memories linger on

My lovely father

 A Symbol of sacrifice

Make even burning candle shy

 

Many mouths to feed

Hard task always ahead

Making both ends meet

Hadn’t heard him complain

 

What could be the matter!

Never was he this

Withdrawn in himself

Upset and hurt in silence

 

Unhappy he was, he said

Depressed and lost

Wished to talk

What went wrong!

 

Didn’t he care all!

Gave what they all need!

Ungrateful ones don’t care

Leave him lonely and lost

 

Life is such

Love we give all

Like we nurture plants

Watch them grow strong

 

No guarantee all plants

Yield flowers and fruits

After all care they get

Same is with humans

 

Pointing guilty fingers

You are no different

A wise one I thought

You are same too he said

 

Yes me too

 Thinking, I am on bank

A river flow like life

Watch all clear

 

Life, all flow alike

That’s how life is

Flowing we stop thinking

What else life after all!

 

Pal

Poem n video by Pal

54.Ungrateful ones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpEL0Knt_Qs

 

Reviews

[Jenny Davis]

This is very insightful! I liked the alternate dialogue...very well done :)

[James K. Blaylock]

I really enjoyed reading this piece. But it seemed somewhat bittersweet... such is life. This was my favorite stanza

Yes me too

Thinking, I am on bank

A river flow like life

Watch all clear

[M I N D Y]

its interesting how the choppy approach is actually lending itself to the poem. very matter of fact. nice piece.

[George Love]

Kudos for the form, style and flow of this work. Nicely done.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

This piece reminded me of my own father. Nicely done, I like the last stanza.



Great Write

[Emily B]

Flowing and thinking, ebb and tide. Lovely rhythmic write.

[Lydia Shutter]

A soft free flowing wisdom here. Your poetry is unique. Lydia