Living Gods

I can't agree more with the saying

That parents are our living Gods.

Emotions, love, passion,

Sorrow, tears & compassion,

They are the creators of every feeling in us.

From nurturing the tender us to making us mature,

There were no days spent without their bliss.

I let myself pick those pieces of happy pictures,

Where my arms loved the grip of my father

& my head slept with serene on my mother's lap.

I curse myself for disagreeing with them too,

For cheating them in a false hope of teen-age love.

If I say they are larger than the sky,

Don't turn down my words

As I've seen stars in their motivating words

& moon in the soothing care they bestow upon me.

They are the aubade of my morning

& serenade of my evening.

My life as tarnished as a pale day,

Without the touch of their presence.

My existence as meaningless as a day without vision

Unless they don't shower their blessings on me.

I need not to start a journey for pilgrimage,

As my parents are the Gods we travel thousand miles

to see,

& I am the fruit of their creation

Known as a pilgrim in the language of sanctified spirit.