Parents, the Priceless

Parents How my mother raised me, in pain and pleasure How my father bring forth my wishes thereof How many nights they spend sleepless How many nights they endure in prayers Long live my child, in safety and health How I grow in their lap, and in their arms Its not humble, it was feebleness in me That their worries tuned into my strength Its not food, vitamin or calcium, but Their courage and prayers that fed me Little of my illness, brought in tears of worry Little of my cries, brought world at stand still Little of my tantrums, world was purchased How can I pay back, with what can I pay them Not in Gold, not it diamonds, not in heaven or earth For everything has a price, parents are priceless .............................................17.4.11