ZainabAslamWhisper

Sort

Sort

Father and the son.The geography is the sameThe clouds are the same the planet is the sameMy dearest son, why does the love differ?I brought you up not just because you were smallBut because I hoped you would be my support in old ageBarely is it so; it is the exact oppositeWas your love only for when you were small and needed care?Perhaps a son will never Understand until he becomes a father Himself they share the same Umbrella but no the answer is a resounding noWe see no mutual understanding Here the more he ages the more his muscles Grow unaware that the cycle eventually Reverse one day the son will become the Father his heart will long for his son's Presence just as his father's heart does now / ____ Zainab Aslam

2

14h ago

Hello PoetryVoting