Why do we play?
With minds as tender
And supple as clay
Knead them
Into submission
Quell their ambition
Entangle them in
Shadows of our misty past
Cow them down with
Weight of expectations
Mould them into
A preconceived cast
Ask them to be and see
All that we wanted to be
We treat them like
Puppets who should dance
To our tune
Their dreams and wings we
Conveniently prune
What makes us think?
We are the masters
Of the destiny
Of our cherished progeny
Why can’t we be the
Beacon light
In their dark nights
The confidante and friend
Who is there when
The road does twist and bend
The sounding board
Who is there to listen
Not judge
Someone who
Forgives without
Bearing a grudge
Do I ask for
The implausible?
No I only ask
For a parent
Who can possibly
Accept and love unconditionally
Even when I am errant
And rowdy
I am sure most parents do it for their kids love them unconditionally ..
lovely poem
Loved it its a sad truth most people burden their kids with their ambitions..and do not let them carve their own future….
such powerful emotions, loved it…..
This one is too close to my heart. Evry single time I have to take a decision for the kids, I go through the torture of praying it is the right thing to do.
How powerfully said LOI!
Very well expressed… Kudos!