Every line has its own story, effort and sacrifice
Every wrinkle I see ; marks a phase
And if u count them all , It will sum up to be my age
The warmth that her smile carries
The strength of his shoulders
The depth in his eyes
The might of her heart
Invisible are the crowns they wear
And the thrones of them...are right there in my heart
When I look at them they seem to be the ones
I saw when I got my sight
But this time with some new years added
Just the way we love Autumn
But the wish of living the spring again
I want every crease on their face to get straightened out again
To reminisce all the phases of life they had
My heart is way too fragile
My eyes can't take to see them ageing
Honestly speaking I am scared of the autumn looming so fast
This child hidden inside there will never be ready to get over the spring...
And would need them to hold whenever she stumbles...
Trembles she ever had and will have can be calmed by a single touch of their loving hand
Because the time itself takes me to the far future
Everything blank
Just me , myself and I are alone
It scares me to death___
~ SHUBHRA
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Parents...
PoetryParents....they need no description and I am not bestowed with enough words to even sum it up...they are magical blessings 🤍🌼
