Seasons of Life

This is a poem which describes the love of parents towards their children but how today's young generation betrays it.It is also about different stages of our life......

An old man sits on a bench thinking,

how like spring once in childhood he too was flowering.

               

                                                         Then came the most busy season of his life - summer,

                                                          Where he has no time to even spread rumour.

                                                           This was the most busiest part,

                                                           As this was the teenage years,when he have to learn science and art.

Then came the rainy season ,

when he had to do college and buy for his wife a nice mansion.

                                                          Then came his life's winter,

                                                          when he had to look for his children's bright future.

                                                          This was the most hustle and bustle part of his life,

                                                           Where he have to settle his children along with his wife.

Finally came the saddest thing,

When with his children he can no longer merrily sing.

                                                        He still remembers how he taught his sons to walk,

                                                        But none among them with him now talk.

                                                        When they were young he supported them,

                                                        But now when he was old none of them supported him.

He was abandoned by all of them,

Because he was now a burden for them.

He cannot control his tears,

remembering the cute scolding he gave to his children by pulling their ears.

                                                      He considered them as his support for his old age,

                                                      but now he waits for his last breath sitting on this bench of old age home...

Author's Note

I believe that as a 15-year old girl i can just motivate my contemporaries and all my friends to respect their parents and return the same love and care which they give us in our childhood in their old age............

Reviews

[KCthelastboyscout]

Elders are treated with respect in very few countries.We live in a society where the old and experienced are to be immediately replaced with the young and inexperienced.but that's the way of living things.the new grows over the old and the cycle repeats. Dignity and respect should always be a priority for children regarding their parents especially in their winter years

[송지ፏ..]

Nice, it happens a lot in Korea. However, the elders don't want to burden their family so they commit suicide.

[Akankshya Mishra]

You are a charmer in putting such stories to a compact poem. Really loved the way you portrayed real facts into few lines of conveying truth . Keep up the good work dear :)

[Riddhi]

Thank you..I am glad to know that you liked it..Thank you..

[NEHA]

you spoke the heart of all the abandoned parents, riddhi..your thoughts and perceptions deserve a standing applause! keep it up!!!

[Riddhi]

Thank you...

[Najam Us Saher]

I am glad I came across this poem.....trust me your parents would be proud of you if you show them this. It should be shown to those who doesn't value their parents....heart touching....It was perfect.

[Riddhi]

Thank you...I am happy you liked it...

[Najam Us Saher]

You're most welcome.

[Anjali]

Are we lost twins or something? Cuz your thoughts are matching mine so well! I literally hate those people who don't respect their parents. And I promise you this poem is for sure going in my favorite list, nobody can stop me! It's just so beautiful. The way you compared the man's days with seasons is just so creative. Keep writing and surprising us!

[Riddhi]

Oh!!! Thank you so much and i am really happy that you too think in the same way as i think ...May be we are lost twins!!! Just kidding....

[Anjali]

Haha.... You are welcome!

[Surabhi Kaushik]

nice work...keep it up. I am seeing your writing improve and get better with each piece you write. So, keep writing

[Riddhi]

Thanks for your review... I am happy that you liked my poem....

[Lox]

Hmmm I would like to point out the first parts of this poem. Where you could elaborate his past as "an old man sits by a bench thinking"

it was the spring of his childhood

summer was his busiest time

Rainy seasons is where he went to college and find a way to buy his wife a mansion

then winter where he has children

he recollects all these memories as he grows old "waiting for his last breath"

... is a nice concept, but I think you would elaborate and be a little more specific chronologically.

I would mind that you improve the flow of this poem's timeline.


I don't mean to bash or dishearten you but as a fellow writer, I want you to grow and improve as well by helping you out through feeds on your work so that you may be a better writer.

I really like the idea of this piece, and I'd love to in any way help you out improve it.

Though this is but mere opinion from a nobody.

Good luck!

[Riddhi]

Thanks for your review.... I will definitely try to improve and thanks for your suggestions... In my next writing I will definitely see that I should be a little more specific....

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Who wrote this poem? You look like the old Blade and Blood, roughly? Have we met? You look older and sophisticated and charming, now, girl!

You go, Girl!

[The Archangel Gabriel]

This looks great! Nice looking form! I think I might read this!