Under our eyes our young mama and papa became old;
During the morning walks,
fell down,
the entire street knows,
but they hid from us;
Day after day they decrease their intake, but say: we are fine;
They tighten their loose clothes,
under our eyes our young mama and papa grew old;
On learning someone is dead,
they are scared and tighten their diets;
On our obesity, keep giving advices, and tell the benefits of control,
innumerate hundred rules of good health,
under our eyelids our young mama and papa became old;
Every year go to their banks,
to prove they are alive, and rejoice,
On small increment in pension,
their joy is boundless, and
keep renewing their FDs;
They don't save for them, it is for us,
under our eyes our young mama and papa becoming older and older;
Foget where things were kept,
in searching them, take entire house on them,
And keep blaming each other,
but cannot live without each other;
Keep repeating every story,
under our eyes our young mama and papa became older and older;
Cannot see properly even with spectacles, but tell some excuses not to take the medicines,
Count so many side effects of allopathy, and become rhetoric on homeopathy and ayurvedic;
Even delay the needed operation,
under our eyes our young mama and papa became older and older;
Cannot digest the udad daal,
eat mainly the gourds, thuli and moong daal;
Remove the food pieces from teeth with tooth pricks, but
don't want to visit the dentist;
Keep repeating: things are going well,
under our eyes our mama and papa became older and older;
On every festival wait for our arrival, and decorate their old house as if a 'bride';
Make heap of food of our liking,
to satisfy our small and big wants,
mama gets engaged in the kitchen, and papa runs for shopping;
To see and meet their grandchildren,
how much tears their eyes roll out;
Under our eyes our young mama and papa became older and older...
-JIRARA
(Translated by JIRARA from a poem in Hindi by Rooh The Spiritual Power, on matrubharti.com 'bites').
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