Pride: Parents

To my parents,

Oh Yes, I have inherited your genes. 

I wonder, will you ever read this?

I watch my mom washing half of the dishes on her own,

Cleaning stuffs before and after they get used,

Even though there are maids who do house chores.

My mom is a different lady for these souls.

I watch my mom being humble to those,

Who had burnt her happiness as one burns coal.

Sometimes, she get distressed and used to console her soul,

But never did she mention to her children, as they may get rude.

My mom is a different lady for these souls.

I watch my mom gifting her favorite stuff,

To the one who utter 'Can I have your?'

My heart ached, once I was asked to do so.

My mom is a different lady for these souls.

I watched my mom being polite,

Even, if her rebellion spirit ignites.

I wondered how she managed these roles,

Being her daughter, I now know the rules.

My mom is a different lady for these souls.

I listen to my dad, telling stories from around the world,

Churning the history and teaching lessons as a daily dose.

He boosts the spirit of the person who underscored

And play a critique to those whose names are on the boards. 

My dad isn't the person you could easily understand.

I listen to my dad, discussing his problems

In a way, figuring out his own solutions.

He isn't that punctual neither does he care,

He gets his job done, rarely getting tired.

My dad isn't the person you could easily understand.

I listen to the past that he keeps on repeating

His mistakes in life, his experienced learning.

Contradictory to mom, he never forgive his enemy

His mode of revenge is a smile and silence.

My dad isn't a person you could easily understand.

My parents have taught me to be good to others

Even if it costs you more than required.

I wondered why they have always been so kind

Never been mean, even for the ugliest mind.

They care about my friends as they care about me,

A trait which nowadays is rarely seen.

Though there have been a gap of generations' understandings,

They are the 'conservative parents' of their 'liberal offsprings'.

Sometimes, I hated those Good trait, they made me aquire.

When the world uses you as per their desires.

Oblivion to these thoughts,

A smile came on my lips.

Pride, You say, in my conscience.

Thanks, mommy-papa for raising me up this way,

Being different is good when most of the world is same.

P.S. Forgive me for the times when I am not able to sustain. This world is harsh; sometimes, it deserves disdain.