°°The Art of Poetry°°

The Bitter Truth!..

You entered the house

I remember your first crawl

And the overwhelming joy on ur face

When you got ur first doll

U asked for so many things

But I couldnt provide it

You didnt cry for them..but understood

I was so proud of you. .but myself ashamed a bit. .

I couldnt provide you with the best of the things

As u grew up with age

Just some stories of a little bit of wisdom

And a pat full of hope and courage

Deep inside somewhere I was ashamed

To destroy ur beautiful dreams

But there was not a word frm u

U understood the difficulties it seems...

When u will grow up

And will leave this house someday..

There will only be silence..

Covered with shades of happy and gay..

Leaving me far behind

When you will leave your dome...

Will you ever remember this crazy person..

Waiting for you at your home...

Its true what they say. .

With growing age u plan the future forgetting the present. ..

Only if someone...someone could give me back

the precious time spent. ...