poor parents

 It was a very touchy situation i faced today by seeing a parent not taken care by his rich child.............
I wanted to put my thoughts about it......even i am on grief facing the great father TODAY............
 I almost composed a poem so i thought it to be fair to write in blog. 
I Know the young ones may not like my outburst, but I have no hassles even if they rubbish it......
This is what is expected out of them. But all of you remember that the train that GOES from source to destination has to pass through each and every station..................  
So is life it has,too, some fixed stations and route to final destination of rendezvous with death.  
Here I am reminded of that famous old saying:
 EVERY SON, AS A CHILD, THINKS THAT HIS FATHER  IS WRONG. BUT WHEN HE GROWS UP AND BECOMES A FATHER HE REALISES HOW RIGHT WAS HIS FATHER. 
BUT , BY THEN, IT IS TOO LATE TO RECTIFY. 
Do not repeat the same mistake what your parents might have made. Why I am giving this saying is?
Importance of PARENTS is realised once they have gone. 
                        YOU  FEEL LONELY..........ya........... 
I am just back after holding a situation of a old poor father who is not taken care by his son............
The strange thing  , i can tell you my friends is .... after your parents have gone, THERE IS NONE TO BE BLAMED FOR YOUR WOES BUT YOU YOURSELF. 
You lose that FAMOUS BUTT of your ANGER. 
THINK ABOUT IT and change the course of your life so that you do not become the BUTT of your CHILDREN's angry
These are the people who have raised us, given us love, cried when we cried, laughed when we did, they cleaned us when we could not, they fed us when we were week, they worked long hours so that they could provide for us...........
Its a shame that the most commonly the elderly people are abused by their own sons, daughters, dils or sils or whatever..........
Now read a small feel that is not completely penned down to the love of our parents.....as it is endless................
Mother.........sitting in a rocking chair... peeking out the window, 
looking at the children playing, remembering her own.
mother every time she thinks back to cook to their children...........................putting bandages on skinned up knees......when we fall................
singing lullabies, tucking the covers under chins so tight......................... 
If she listens closely she can still hear the pitter patter of little feet, laughter echoing through out the hall................... 
She lifts up her hand to feel her wet cheek where tears have fallen down.....................
and now in the society i see some amazing things now a days..................... 
All of mother and father love shown to us seems to be in vain becos of us............... 
Grown daughters and sons are way too busy now. .......................
Too busy to send cards, flowers, or just pick up the phone................... 
Can't you see tender hearts of our parents breaking.....................
All of your needs.... they put first and their needs thrown away......................... 
One day it will be too late for their apologies, too late for the I love you.......................... 
No need to say it now when you should have done it now..................
shame on the society...............for the rich children and poor parents.......................
very sadly sandhyaraj