Tuesday 1 September 2015

              My Parents
Roam around,cm underneath to sleep,
you brushed my wings,for tomorrows leap.
For next world,next morning to see,
slumber under you,carefree.
Am i admiring Roof of my home?
Nay,its my parents, where I came from.

Torch for those windy storms,
to beat the world,to mend the norms.
Navigator for misty paths,
to beat the waves and reach the marks.
Am i admiring Wind? Ship? Sea?
Nay i am fond of my parents who helped me SEE.

See this world,Weigh the crude,
Go deep into it,get pearl to prove.
And i won the battle,achieved a lot,
yet immense to acquire, to call it a war.

As far i have come,or as far have to go,
will fight to win,and make the world bow
To you MY PARENTS,
who taught me to be ICE.
Being hard can kill,
If melts its just chill.