Time Turn Over
Time Turn Over2 mins 126 2 mins 126
The mother was in labor
And father was waiting
For him to come.
His eyes twinkled
At the first espy of me
The little element of him.
Castling emotions took beautiful architecture
As he first cradled me in his arms
Grimacing and smiling with closed eyes.
That bud of love never turned down
But became my strength and inspiration
As I kept on adding my years.
He laid my little feet on his
To make me walk like him
In the world so diverse and new.
He held my little finger
And lead me on a path so new
That I might not be lost in peeps so adroit.
He stood by my side all the time
When I just needed him
To be my thought and deed.
And now he is where I was once
Weak and dependant all upon me
Slowly lifting his dilapidated eyes.
But I am grown up now
And tonnes of responsibility on my shoulder
Where is time to see his needs?
My wife is busy with all course
Kids racing for their future
Who will look after his tears?
So we finally sat together
To find a solution, definite
For him to settle down comfortably.
And I drove him to a shelter
Full of his type of crowd
That he may enjoy the time, out of bound.
Wet was his eyes as I adieu him
Pinched my heart so much
Have I done something wrong? Was my question.
The voice within me said
He used to drop you to school
Before he went to office.
And you left him orphaned
In a house that is never his own
Why this difference?
He considered you a part of him
And did all that he can, to nurture you
But you considered him a burden and left.
He was the one who gave his back to ride
And you crushed him only
Who became your stepping stone.
Why this differentiation
When he is an older, mature version of you
Still found no place in you.