<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574970" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thankless Scions</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandma was in isolation<br>She was in an isle of distress<br>The children whom she fed<br>With the blood turned milk<br>In her breasts<br>Have all flown and vanished<br>And she left abandoned<br>With the linings all over<br>In mind and skin<br>Heralding the arrival<br>Of the frail old December<br>Of the life, the end of the span! <br>The marvelous culture<br>Of a house- hold adorned<br>With grandma and grandpa<br>With children and grand children <br>Went into oblivion! <br>The grandma and grandpa<br>Is a hindrance to their children<br>Is a bad omen to scions<br>And an inconvenience<br>To the young and dynamic! <br>Grandma and grandpa<br>Are ignored and caged<br>As of a dog or parrot<br>And fed like a slave<br>Tied to a pole in chains! <br>The thankless sons and daughters<br>Never care the sufferings<br>And sacrifices of Ma and Papa<br>And they want to be alone<br>As being youthful in spirit<br>And are eager to enjoy<br>The spring of life<br>Where they hate the face of autumn! <br>Grandma, Grandpa, Ma and Papa<br>Are omen of autumn<br>That they never wish to sight! <br>The young whose blood<br>Rushes with the fuel of Ma's milk<br>Forget that the green leaves<br>Will turn yellow <br>And wither away<br>And an autumn is is hibernation<br>To embrace them tomorrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vadakkumpurath+Ramesan">Vadakkumpurath Ramesan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574970" data-title="Thankless Scions de Vadakkumpurath Ramesan" data-description="Grandma was in isolation She was in an isle of distress The children whom she fed With the blood turned milk In her breasts Have all flown and vanished And she left abandoned With the linings all over In mind and skin Heralding the arrival Of the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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