The Gap

I comprehended my love when she carried you.

I understood the situation when the specialist confirmed.

We knew our responsibility when divinity gave us the promotion.

You made us sob when you arose in this world.

We got an addiction, to wakefulness while pacifying you.

We attained maturity when you stood around and unraveled our crises with words.

We got overcast when you wander alone like a warrior.

We are there to stimulate you.

We are there to combat for your army.

We are there to uphold you.

We are there as a companion for you.

We galloped the marathon, named life to provide you the wings.

We lived selflessly, by surrendering the selfishness, for you.

No matter what your age is, you are my child, that no one can renounce.

You have the right to choose your life, and we will battle for you till our extinction.

Even if the entire world obstructs you. You are the building block, of our life with pebbles of our love.

It’s a discourse, not given by a parent to their kid.

Not everyone is adored.

Not everyone gets admitted.

Not everyone has the capability.

Criticizing incapacitated parent is of no use, learn to exonerate to lead a modest life, rather than getting relinquished in an infinite time latch.

There is no age, for us to be a parent, For the orphan pupil within, striving for a peaceful childhood.

It’s a conversation, one should give oneself.

The Gaps in affection, at times, need to be fulfilled by self-compassion.