And then there were those days,
When they would get angry and scream,
I would yell back and call them mean,
They sent me to study to school,
But along with that I wanted to be 'cool',
"Look at the other parents" I would say,
I know it broke their hearts when I said that,
They never showed it of course!
Instead they compared me to my peers or worse,
Threatened me saying they would send me to a low-grade school,
Now when I look back; it was a hollow threat,
Back then though I would fret and sweat,
I called her a 'step-mother' once when I was a kid,
She still tells me about that,
And I act as if I was just reminded of it,
The truth is, even though I was about five,
As I had uttered those words,
I had known it was wrong and wanted to cry,
For I love her so much and it disgusted me to see,
How I broke her heart,
I repent it till date and hiding it has been quite an art!
As for him now what can I say?
It wouldn't be enough even if I wrote all day,
He heads our little unit a strong and brave man,
Always puts his skills out for us to the best he can,
He mostly stands in the background,
Watching like a silent God,
Helping me get up whenever I trip or fall,
He is a very simple man and can be easily fooled,
I tried to fool him twice with great success,
I felt so bad about it that I forbid myself to do it again,
Caring, loving and simple that is my Old Man!
There was a time once when I did not believe in God,
I thought they were my Gods on Earth,
Gods I could talk and fight with,
Gods whose embrace sent all my worries away,
Gods who I loved so much that I could cry,
Now the question is why I sometimes do things to break their heart,
Is it just insecurity on my part?
Or is it because I'm angry with them,
For not having told me the realities of life,
This is quite a confusing age I'm in,
But they are always by my side,
Using their mystical powers to reassure me day and night,
Saying everything would be alright,
and then there were those days,
When I would quietly sit in a corner and pray,
For giving them to me.
When they would get angry and scream,
I would yell back and call them mean,
They sent me to study to school,
But along with that I wanted to be 'cool',
"Look at the other parents" I would say,
I know it broke their hearts when I said that,
They never showed it of course!
Instead they compared me to my peers or worse,
Threatened me saying they would send me to a low-grade school,
Now when I look back; it was a hollow threat,
Back then though I would fret and sweat,
I called her a 'step-mother' once when I was a kid,
She still tells me about that,
And I act as if I was just reminded of it,
The truth is, even though I was about five,
As I had uttered those words,
I had known it was wrong and wanted to cry,
For I love her so much and it disgusted me to see,
How I broke her heart,
I repent it till date and hiding it has been quite an art!
As for him now what can I say?
It wouldn't be enough even if I wrote all day,
He heads our little unit a strong and brave man,
Always puts his skills out for us to the best he can,
He mostly stands in the background,
Watching like a silent God,
Helping me get up whenever I trip or fall,
He is a very simple man and can be easily fooled,
I tried to fool him twice with great success,
I felt so bad about it that I forbid myself to do it again,
Caring, loving and simple that is my Old Man!
There was a time once when I did not believe in God,
I thought they were my Gods on Earth,
Gods I could talk and fight with,
Gods whose embrace sent all my worries away,
Gods who I loved so much that I could cry,
Now the question is why I sometimes do things to break their heart,
Is it just insecurity on my part?
Or is it because I'm angry with them,
For not having told me the realities of life,
This is quite a confusing age I'm in,
But they are always by my side,
Using their mystical powers to reassure me day and night,
Saying everything would be alright,
and then there were those days,
When I would quietly sit in a corner and pray,
For giving them to me.
Completed: 18/09/08
Edited: 19/09/08
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