A dream for my parents as a child
 

Like every child I had a dream
To see my parents proudly scream

To take them to places far and wide
To see them sailing while my siblings glide

To buy a Merc or R.R. to roam
To see them walkin in gardens of Rome

To make available everything best
To provide all comforts for them to rest

All these things cost money; I dont earn
But suddenly I've come to learn

The comfort n healing my hands can provide
Ensuring their restful sleep amidst painful stride

Is more precious than anything that costs
I feel i've won and my dreams aren't lost

Now well i just sit n pray
N this is all i've got to say :-

Bless me O lord with strength to Tend
So that I can serve my parents till the Very End !!

hi
 

I don't know ur name but u express ur feelings such a nice way ....i really love it keep writing

Thanks for the appreciation moon.. :)

you are so true...no money can buy the service that one can offer humbly.

Its a very kind poem. Please keep up this spirit of goodnes.

Thanks aarya .. I'm glad that u understood the depth of this one..

Blessed is the person who wrote this,
Blind is the person not to note this!
Blessed is the one who has concieved this,
Blessed are the ones who have recieved this!

Thanks Ajnabi :) I'm reading this poem after a long long time.. Just wondering how did you find this ?? It was posted very long back..

God bless you !

Tasleemaat behen,
A very true poem! A very nice person who wrote this.

Duagoh
Ahmad