Thursday, September 22, 2011

98.Next letter

Son, your letter never ceases to bring
New energy, new joy, new life to me.

Your tales of success -
Mansions you have built,
Bids you have won,
Money you could earn -
All makes me so proud.

Yet, something seems missing,
Some questions seek answers,
A lingering feeling prevails
That the tidings are not complete.

When you write next, my son,
Don't forget to give an account
Of bonds you have built,
Hearts you could win
And humans you have earned.

3 comments:

kavita said...

The best advice .

Keats The Sunshine Girl said...

I agree. The human touch is powerful and needs nurturing.

Ruprekha said...

Beautifully expressed! Bonds that bind, hearts that heal can not be acquired by wealth. Loved the flow.