To be treated with disdain,
Is this the bane
Of parents
Of this generation?
Please don’t have
Any expectations
Of me,
As I have a family
Of my own,
Is the constant refrain.
The silent cry,
Pain and disgust
Over such callousness,
Too overwhelming to discuss.
Overcome with regret,
Over a life time spent
On putting them first,
Is this just?
Don’t cry
Over those who could not
Care less,
Shrug it off
As a Karmic debt.
Judge not,
Just get on with
Your own life.
Nothing escapes God’s eyes.
Written after reading the plight of senior citizens, left alone in their twilight years
Mamta Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/karmic-debt/
