Maa- Paa, You are angels in disguise for who was sent by God from heaven, Abundance happiness and health you poured in me, I am blessed to be your daughter, Your unceasing guidance and support helps me climb any mountain’s top, You are just so unique in your ways and I’ll be proud if I can be a percent like you both. Your grace and decent nature always makes be immensely proud, my Parents, Do you know even my friends praise your worthy presence with pride? I am sure, you would love to see me growing and leading in my life ahead, I will work so hard that your head will be held high when my name is taken. With a strong persona, you both protect your family, shoulders carrying burdens You are mighty warriors, saviors from paradise, holding on to responsibilities, Yet you never shed tears and work hard day and night for your family, You are noble creatures born on Earth with superpowers immeasurable. Soft hearts in tough shells upbringing me with so much love and purity. A guide to me throughout my life, speaking of experiences and frights, Even in your grays, your souls are so full of energy showing people your legacy. No one can match your personalities because you are born one of a kind. Mom- Dad, I know you won’t always stay with me and this feeling makes me upset. Why God Why are we living creatures mortal and not live many ages? I want them to walk with me till I graduate and marry and I die peacefully, Will this be possible my Almighty that my parents be present whenever I pray? A calm embrace to shelter from dark storms, A cradle of adoration is enough to melt hearts, Since God couldn’t descend down, He created Parents strong! Mumma- Papa, You are so kind and generous, I am so proud to be your daughter, I love you loads and loads, my heartbeats!! You are the only people who bring out the best part of me!!
A typewriter lay in the corner,Reminding of old thoughts and yonder,It had memories,Of old or golden stories.I knew my dad used those,To type letters or prose,He wrote love letters to my mother,And stories to reporters.It lay in the dustAnd had got rust.After my dad’s death,His