They grew old

When I visited my parents in a vacation, I faced a sad truth! They grew old! This poem is about this feeling!

All the days,
whether up or down,
where perfectly fine,
until this day came.

Let’s go a little back,
A little into the past,
Surfing against the waves of time,
Somewhere when I was eight or nine.

This age is when you know things,
When you have developed your own thinking,
When you have likes and dislikes,
from being unique, you become one of the “types”.

Your confusion starts,
You have got choices now, far apart.
Few favourites become alien,
Few dark places become radiant.

You do not know what to do,
Parents and you don’t have an equation,
You live with them in this house,
But there’s a gap of generation.

You think its best to be with,
the ones who are alike,
Friends, we know them by this name,
They act as if they are the psych.

We grew older,
We grew apart.

You know what’s the saddest part about us? When we are seeing someone daily, we don’t notice that they are growing old!

I went out to study,
I noticed something new in those moments,
My mind was continously,
playing memories of my parents.

Yes, I was missing them!
I didn’t knew I could feel this.
That I didn’t spend much time with them,
But they were the ones, whom I missed.

Finally, the time came,
When I went back in the vacation,
A gust of sorrow shook the base,
when I saw their old growing face.

They grew old!

I couldn’t handle this,
I was not ready for this,
Why was this happening?
Can’t someone stop this?

In that moment, I realized,
when time passed,
It took so much from me,
because all this time, I thought it was free!

This realization, the day on which this happens,
When you know your parents are getting old,
You cry! You cry inside!
Knowing, that there’s no one equal to them on your side!

Now, when you know their importance,
Time punishes you,
For not respecting it!
It sends you back to study or to earn,
It takes revenge and lets your heart burn!

You know what’s the depressing part about us? Most of us meet our parents for a week in an year. That means you’ll be with them max for a year!

Talk to them, and listen to them,
Just like they use to understand you,
even when you didn’t know how to talk.
Make them understand digital things,
as they taught you how to walk.
Attend their calls whenever they want to talk to you,
Because they have grown old and, they miss you!

– Vedant Khandelwal

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4 Responses

  1. Neha says:

    Commendable 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Heart touching

  2. Hema khandelwal says:

    We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also growing old.. Love ur parents😍

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