George Bernard Shaw a father of humour,
Criticism and socialism once said,
It was true at his time but not for ever,
His saying so honoured and wide spread.
"Your children and my children,
And our children are playing together",
Today the story is a different burden,
The children as leaves of the trees wither.
Children in homes for vacation to go,
Where to go?to divorced father ?
Or to divorced mother,in sorrow bow,
Nowhere the grand father or grand mother.
Such harmony is no more in this muted nation,
Alas!it sinks in a great deluge of aberration.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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