We are all alone when born
Mother teach to chew the corn
Later when we are grown
Some own relative try to torn
The things we do good
That is necessary for livelihood .
Later when we are married
Her parents get worried
For misunderstandings with everyone
Helping hand not given by anyone
When we become old
Everyone try us to fold.
Then we are never in need
As they are unable to try us to feed.
When our children see us bend
We are again alone in the end.
©steinherr
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