The Saga Of Rearing

I was a free bird all the time

With a broad smile

And tones of pranks in mind.

Never did I ever thought

That time would change such that

What I played with a delighted heart

Is a nagging feel on whom it is played.

As a prank, I never had the wildest

Dream of it ever in my mind

But when I became a parent

And my children played the same

Prank on me, it really irritates.

And that was the time

I first realized that joke is

Not always appreciable.

But still to give a smile

And lead my child

On the path that is right

Is the real craft of nurturing.

At times it was difficult to convince

But parents are to be such incredible

That before the child crafts his work

They are there with a suitable answer.

I happened to be quite a strick

But that was of no use

In front of little beings

Whose innocent smile

Steels everything within you.

So finally to lead him right

I chose the path so bright

To unite with him

In the childish form, he is.

To downsize me

From adult to the child was challenging

But the one who does it

Never lose their child

To this crafty world malign.

And today when my child says,

It's great to have you as my parent

My chest elongates with boast

That I finally made it finish line.