By They are like a clay
Laughing, playing and spending the day
No any tensions and fears
Can melt anyone with their tears
Innocent faces and sweet voice
Always follow the truth’s choice
Seems like a beautiful sunshine
One smile of them makes everyone fine.
Looks pretty and beautiful
But they forget to be dutiful
They dream high and try to fly
When can’t they decide to die
Opposite gender distract them
Ans they forget to earn name and fame
Are proud, stubborn and immature
But are very sensitive in nature.
Lines in their forehead appears
Out of tension, they forget to be happier
Gets harder to manage funds
But duties and responsibilities are tons
Cant sleep thinking about children’s future
Then they struggle and try to provide good nurture
They turn the pages of past
And realize life is vast.
Now, they need a stick for support
Have to depend on medicines to afford
Obligations and jobs are none
No longer can visit and have fun
Become physically and mentally weak
Wish to see their children touching the peak
They are like a sun which is going to set
Have learned many more from people they met
They are rich with experience and are fully mature
Once again they develop a childish nature.
-Sriya Shrestha
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Read More From Sriya Shrestha:
“My strength- My mom”
She is the moon in the group of stars
She is the real hero, the superstar.
It needs a lot of courage to bear pain of labor
I can’t even hardly pay back her favor.
Her eyes carry a beautiful magic
Can convert one into happy from tragic.
Owns her own crown in her soul
Never compromise …………….
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Life is a pile of experience- Poem
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