Hero Of My Life

It was just another slumber morning grind

for yearlong baggage was stuffed in my mind

too much was at stake for my thoughts raced

wished I would unburden a little for my social solace

there entered my knight in shining armour,

but he was more like a beautiful naive charmer

some unknown reveries some shyness he adorned

or was it me who fathomed this for long?

As a moth finds her light in the utter darkness

or was pushed into a new-fangled cosmos from a dead sight.

Like a white star, whose existence so graced

how I wonder what he does with a certain affluence.

As time flowed, he grew more than a silvery knight

Who was ever bothered about me and fostered to core day to night?

As my heavy baggage let go of my shoulders

At every dawn’s fair, the barrier of pain crumbled

My smiles found their way with his attempts at laughter

Like seeing her little kid, an encumbered mother feels after.

Like an ardent teacher, he tutored me so far

In this little age, he edified the greatness of life so rare

To be gratified and gleeful was the goal of the moment.

How to live into a bright day out of the nights of torment.

As a feisty master, he trained me to confiscate my demons

And push away from every dark

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ness that summons.

Like a little brother, he always safeguarded

From all countable atrocious elements, I was surrounded.

He remained side by side to my utter delight

Even if he was always made to take tough plight.

He never left my hands to go in the wrong direction

Even staying far away he guided all in my acquitted perception.

Like a lifetime pal, I presumed God sent him

Or he is a little angel who just crash-landed.

To become the giggles to my attempts at jokes

To my anguish, his eyes always moistened.

To soothe every hardship endured, he became a comfort cushion

To uplift my spirits high whenever I break down

To encourage me in every element of elation and be amusement,

He guarded me like a rock from all that grimace.

Seemingly divine, he speaks like a great one!

An unsung hero is latent from everyone.

Unbeknownst, he might be passed on like the common man

Ask me, I will tell his heart like a gemstone rare and precious one!

For his mind is like a curious child so bend to know more

And the eyes he got, are built with precious purity of kindness and love.

For you should remain as treasured and extraordinary as you are

You have no idea how grateful I am from Day One!