Unpaid Therapist

You are the pole star, in my lost sky,

Always gave your parental support when I used to cry.

Never got fatigued of my useless talks,

You are the one on whom I can count as my nighthawks.

Never left my side when I felt low,

And yes you are cute and sweet as marshmallows.

You always picked up my call no matter what the time is,

And in the field of being an unpaid therapist, you are a whiz.

With you my bond is incessant,

Just the way you colored my life fluorescent.