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In between the prayers of a million words and emotions
To the God in the sky, statues and pictures stuck on walls,
Looking out for some signs of their existence,
Constantly asking for the solutions to the difficulties absorbing me,
I pity my parents, the God that brought me to Earth.
Perpetually asking for my take in life, my plans, my aim,
Encouraging me when I am lost, hiding their own loss ,
They doubt my ideals, my proposition,
Doubting themselves in their acts of bringing me up.
They see me failing, depressed and succumbing to the consequences of failure,
And they come, encourage me with a filtered smile and confidence,
They narrate the chronicles of success, struggles and experiences of hard work,
And convince me that defeats are just part of life.
"Each fall make you rise higher, till you reach where your destiny resides,
Therefore do not worry, have faith and be diligent", they tell.
They are more skilled with life, they have seen asperity
They have seen problems and have found leads to solve them
They see the inarticulate words and concerns of mine,
They know the sensitivity, the fears that brings me down.
But they do not know, I too comprehend them all
Their anxieties, worries and dubiety of their methods,
Their frustration, their urge to see my mind
Their patience to wait for me to speak out my conception,
Their filtered emotions, their plastic smiles,
Their perpetual ways to procure my intend so they can aid,
Their endeavours to keep me going, keep me bucked up.
I see them all, but I am helpless,
As I am a question without an answer,
I am still vexed to rise after the falls,
Still scared to choose a path,
Dread trailing me like my shadow,
Mind dense with gratuitous beliefs,
Heart brimming with suppressed opinions,
My escalating wrath, annoyance and the agitating soul,
But I am their kid, I have their blood in my veins,
I inherit their ways of forcing a grin,
I too show them, there is nothing to fret,
I am all sorted, and on my way to the goal that I still need to find.

K.S.Lakshmi
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