My Mom and Dad
I was not born to compete the world
but i was made soooo....
i've bought to mould...
but wouldn't do soo....
what a bad luck it is to me
what i thought it to be......
what i expected was not mine
then i saw some one who shines.....
i was left there all alone
and had no dare to walk lone
as i turned back it was all dark
and the people making me mark....
while i was left lone i cried
and then i saw some one standing with pride....
she was the one caught my hand...
and he was, who accepted with all his love and....
their eyes with shining tears...
they are the one who call them my dears....
I CALL THEM MY MOM AND DAD
Copyright © Pooja Sivakumar | Year Posted 2014
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