Prayer Left Unsaid

Mamma don't be strict, 

And please never hit. 

Not only am I pained, 

But also feel ashamed.

Am sure you too feel bad, 

For treating so your lad. 

Pappa please don't be hard, 

On yourself and your ward. 

Life is not a game of ping pong, 

A mere line between right and wrong. 

So many shades I need to explore, 

Only then will I grow to the fore. 

Teachers! You want me to see what all you see, 

Which I cannot perceive, feel like lost at sea.  

It's either an ant's or a bird's eye view,

Chances of my perspective, you manage to blew. 

Wish you saw what all I get to see from my perch,  

Then you would respect my tiny brains and my search. 

Please! At my pace let me grow, 

Maybe a wee bit slow. 

For if you hurry me up and pummel,

I might go back into my shell. 

Me too once did break open a cocoon, 

To pave way for butterfly to hasten out soon.

But alas, the caterpillar lay limp and still,

Without a struggle, wings knew not own skill. 

I respect you dear parents, admire your achievements,

Wish you too meted out to me the same treatment. 

Respect is regard for others feelings, you all once told, 

Holds true for both you and me, sorry for being bold. 

Best advice I would like to give, 

Let me just be and live!

To both you and me a trusted team, 

But my tiny age comes in between. 

Wish I could give you the ability,  

To see you through my eyes, with humility. 

Am sure it would make you realise, 

The damage, unknowingly you devise,

Both you and me, in the process getting hurt,

All that pent up in, afraid I might blurt. 

Seeing it not conducive to have my say, 

Lock it up inside for another day.

As I wait each day, for it to dawn,

My courage escapes with my prayer in a yawn.