No Children Can

My heart ached when saw them in hot sun They were toiling hard and were on run From pillars to post for two square meals No one was prepared to offer them honorable deal Well I was small child to see and feel The time was not quickly passing on the wheel It had stopped as if to test us in critical times Father was laborer and mother a helper sometimes They were yet in happy state Evening meals used to be very late She will prepare hot watery soup made of vegetables We used to eat it together on ground table What a courageous and lion hearted man he was? What a woman with still resolve by his side she was? I used to witness their smile and may run for kind hand Over my head and feel entire world as very close friend "We are not born to suffer" he used to reiterate We may break the hill to make way for gate The successful road may be ready and we shall enter The pain and sufferings may then be thrown from the center I was picking mustache on my boyish face The father had everything to feel in this worldly race I was about to fit in his dreams and mother used to smile I knew it was their blessings and hard effort to cover the miles I know it from heart and may not hesitate to reveal They were illiterate parents but made me worthy and real I can thumpingly with honor say that I am really proud I want to make them feel as they were and speak loud No children can turn ungrateful later on Sweet memories move around them and are woven That keeps them with watery eyes and remind That here are the best people who were down to earth and kind