THE BABY BED OF HUMANITY
THE BABY BED OF HUMANITY
Waiting for rain to stop
I see through window
A young couple standing on roadside
Carrying two little kids
Waiting for rain to stop
I see through window
A young couple standing on roadside
Carrying two little kids
Sleeping on their shoulders
Looking around number of times
Looking around number of times
Just to cross the road
Covering kids with their hands
Parents try to shield them even from rain drops
Nothing should harm them
Covering kids with their hands
Parents try to shield them even from rain drops
Nothing should harm them
They are carrying a precious treasure
Very young kids covered, packed in love with love
Without being told that they are " Precious "
" Be Careful "
The couple smiles
Feeling warmth of children's breathing in their ears
And murmur of their infant dreams
Parent's arms are the baby beds of humanity
Can we survive without what they do
Loving , caring, helping every generation
Parents
The only hope of this violent world
A lesson for all in living
The only hope of this violent world
A lesson for all in living
And in loving
Parents' arms - a cradle of the world
Parents' arms - a cradle of the world
A baby bed of humanity
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Beautiful post
ReplyDeleteA very touching poem, indeed!
ReplyDeleteNo words can adequately describe the sense of safety and comfort one derives from the presence of one's parents.....
Often one realises void of parental shelter after they have left us for their onward eternal journey....
Prakash Haridasani
Parents love is truly a blessing very nicely described ❤
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