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
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