Bright petals of life…

I have never seen almighty on this earth,

But still I always see them right from my birth.

They are my whole and sole of my life,

Without whom I would not have been even able to read and write.

Because of them today:

My hands are now able of holding tons of weight

My legs are now able of running to mountain without any fright

They are my back up;

They are my cover;

Whenever I am down I turn to them;

Whenever I am just a situational clown I run towards them,

Though I was bad still they accepted me:

Though I was mad still they tolerated me.

I owe everything to them,

As it is because of them that I can grow green in any farm,

I do not know anyone apart from them on this solid layer,

Apart from them no one knows me under this blue shelter.

They were holder of my hands when I was insane,

They guarded my band when it was just a nuisance

Today I want to stand on my roof and say

That my “PARENTS” are my bright petals on my way

They never scolded me when I was dumb

They never got angry when I was lightless bulb

Today at the odd age of 7556 days and some 21 Mays,

I want to bow down to them and make promising clay:

“I do not know what way I will be downtime of my life

But still my parents are my owners with all the legal rights”