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The beginning or the End - This is heart toughing reality. I really feel anger towards such kids who neither respect their elders nor think that this is their future too. When they were dependent these were the same parents who supported them. It makes us feel what you felt yaar. This was wonderful!!

Originally posted by: saman0

I love Cid song is fabulous...👏👏👏

I loved the way how you subjected each officer in rhythmic manner😃

Originally posted by: snehal.

The beginning or the End - This is heart toughing reality. I really feel anger towards such kids who neither respect their elders nor think that this is their future too. When they were dependent these were the same parents who supported them. It makes us feel what you felt yaar. This was wonderful!!

CID song- Oh! I so like it. For all those who ask why we still see CID, this can give the answer. 👏

It is fantastic Apoorva. Just what we needed on this rather prickly day on IF.😆

Originally posted by: nsapo

P.S: This poem is highly senti and was to say inspired from my somebody around me's house

The Beginning , or the end?

Im sure he remembers the time

When a good news was delivered ,

When God gave a tiny little princess,as a true blessing

The time when we heard her giggle and speak

A language of her own,of innocence

When he taught her to stand on her own feet

And walked miles , in all joy and sadness

Or when the times they fought , and then reconciled

Maybe the time when he gave her over to someone

Of course he will reminiscence the birth

Of two miniatures of joy, grandchildren

Somewhere,latent,a tiny glitch,a misunderstanding

And then a fight too big, and the daughter so grown up

That she forgot to bend, to submit

She stood strong and wrong,and somehow it all changed

To the hands which gave her food and all she needed,

She delivered a notice,to leave and not interfere

Left him out in the freezing cold, to fend,forgotten

And then was a silence , a very long one...

It is true every man has his own mistakes

Sometimes too grave,but what good is a body

Without a warm, beating heart?I know he did

Feel a sharp pain, too sharp to even let tears fall

Like a Lightning, quick and torturous,But to where

Could he turn to ? He had no home...

He comes once in a while,as a stranger

To the place built up on his efforts

They dont remember him fondly

Time a cruel thing,age crueller

Binding Shackles to their creator,

What examples have they set for their children?

But to follow them forever?

v nice nd touchy poem Apoo👏

Lovely cid song dear👏

Originally posted by: swagatamghosh94

It is fantastic Apoorva. Just what we needed on this rather prickly day on IF.😆

Originally posted by: buublly

v nice nd touchy poem Apoo👏

it's a v painful & shameful fact of our society😳

Originally posted by: buublly

Lovely cid song dear👏

I enjoyed it v much😃