Be Paid Up By Your Own Coin

When I see the old lady Moves with a bag with tearful eyes To an old age home leaving her own behind For every young including me is not enough writing poetry In protest we should move out from our houses Until there is no house meant for the old age Otherwise we will do the same mistake As this young lady did when she was young She did nothing, In this situation when some one was seen Nor she taught her own children That when human beings become old They become child Hold their fingers make them walk Feed them good food give them no work If you do not show them How did you serve their grand parents Where they could learn from It is now easy to blame others But how could you shirk your own responsibility? When you taught them How to shun softness In life nothing is meaningful except success Nothing they should see when they shoot their target