My words look for proud,
From this new generation.
My old, strengthless voice,
Several time faced full stop,
In interval of few minutes.

And, asked 'Why?'
Why they don't want to listen me,
Why they are avoiding my faith?
What are the possible reasons?

Disappointment caught my body,
I feel deadly before death.
And tored paper of my behalf,
Admitting mistakes of my past..

We never taught them ethics,
We never forced them to respect,
We never showed them mercy,
We never liquidised their heart.

Then how they will feel?
Then what can heal,
Agony of my heart, and
Respect my words,
To concrete my situation.

Aah! They never listen,
They never act,
They only oppose,
My experience, my maturity,
Like a experience one..

Is it okay?
No!
I failed myself as messenger,
Of carefullness, lovingness, affectionateness, and,
Of ethical livingness.

I can see my future,
Darker than midnight.
I can feel my personality,
Lighter than Ice.

Is that okay? I will die proudnessless,
Without valuing my words,
Spotting them priceless.
Among the blood line of my clan.

No!
I know that.
But couldn't do anything.
I am a old voice,
And my words lost importance.