Khamoshiyaan

A pillar too Strong

Dedicated to my parents who stood by me through all hurdles and wished to lift me up each one.

Sometime's all you need is a shoulder,

To lean on and cry it all out,

And Lucky I call those who,

Have a pillar for support and save,

I was lucky in this way,

I have two for the sake,

And none but those who gave me birth,

And this blood was thicker than oil too,

But sometimes I have felt too weak,

In their hold, lest I forgot to walk,

Maybe the support was too much I lost strength,

Too much love can spoil you, you fall.

I am not the burden to be lift,

I just want a lean, not a carry from birth,

This support came later for the depressed me,

Alas, they still don't know the real soft me.

If I need someone now to vent,

I have to find them, even now I am lone,

And sometimes luck doesn't make you happy,

The needs being done is what matters more.

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Quote:

"The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder."-Jim Morrison.

Written with utmost gratitude to the love but with an effort to walk in independence.

~Chaahat