The Family

I knew my love when she carried you.

We acknowledged our commitment when you provided us the upswing.

You provoked us to cry when you came out in this world.

We got addicted to insomnia while pacing you.

We evolved with maturity when you were around and helped us to unravel our dilemmas with words.

We reaped caution, when you roamed alone like a combatant, With a backpack towards school.

We are there to impel you. We are there to combat for you.

We are there to affirm you. We are there as a companion for you.

We pursued life, to provide you the wings of flame.

We lived selflessly, by renouncing the selfish.

No matter what age you prosper, you are our children, who can not be withheld.

You have the right to choose, your life and we will face the crusade for you, till our demise, even if the whole realm, revolts against you.

You are the skyscraper of our existence with pebbles made of our affection.

It’s not an oration, from a family to a lad.

Not everyone is adored. Not everyone is acknowledged. Not everyone can express love in action.

Blaming an impaired parent, Is of no use, learn to pardon, even if you can't forget to lead a modest heart.

Don't be hard at the child within you, who lacked the affection, by reaping forfeited life, in an endless eternity.

There is no age, for us to be a parent, to serve the love which we never procured, from known strangers.

It's a pep talk for orphans, seeking a serene childhood within you.

Chasms of affection, at times, need to be fastened, by ourselves. When the family doesn't meet the expectation.

you script your family, the mind is after all thought that you architect fake the reality till you become delighted.