The Parenthood.

He couldn't remember his birthday Since he is an orphan in childhood days Born in the street somewhere in cosmopolitan A man of kindness took him to orphanage There he grown as a child with happiness But knowing well he is an orphan always The mother may be somewhere in the street Or working hard to earn something to eat He makes and pretends to be happy with others When occasion comes that in the way of birthdays He knew well he had a birth day in this world But neglect of parents kept him as an orphan The teacher told him not to be sad in life And keep up the tendency to grow with knowledge Make every efforts to climb the ladders The success there awaits you to claim by someone One day you will be a man of knowledge and wisest That day you await and try your best Birthdays are the happiest moment of life But often it is a memory of neglect of parenthood.