
A hand on the back, a palm on the forehead
Makes sure that there is no tear that I shed
These are the magical hands of my parents that weave embroideries of love and trust.
Their sanctity extends from the core to the crust
Their touch creates invincible waves that guard my soul.
Being better halves to each other, they are the ones that make me whole
Mother envelopes me with her blanket of affection
Laces me with love even at rejection
She folds the layers of anxiety and locks it away in the closet of negativity
Makes sure that I have the nerve to be gritty
Her grace is adorned with ornaments of delicacy and softness,
But she roars like a tigress with a prowess inside, shielding her cubs from the slightest caress
She sews the patches in my life with pins, and closes her eyes for my wins
Father pulls my cheeks, and cuddles me like his little princess
Fills in my voids, and orders exile to my lively mess
Regal is his posture and humble is his gesture
Hands shake with his handshake
He tells me life is not a child’s play
But he becomes a child in each of my play
He files away my woes and documents the laughter
Makes sure of a happy ending there after
They are celestial beings in disguise carved with god’s own hands
They are a mirror to my soul, and cheerfully lose for my gain.
They reflect joy, and absorb pain.
They are the rainbow after the rain
They tell me about the interplay of stars, and how only I can wield my destiny through my deeds
Mountains are moles to them, when they fulfill my needs
I believe that they are themselves the shooting stars. Gliding brightly they shoot away the shady monsters of agony and gloom
Life's merry snapshots are what they zoom
My daddy gleams like the sun and my mommy glows like the moon
They Shed light at my instinctive typhoon
He is my sun, and he illuminates the path where I walk
He erases my downs and thickens my ups with his chalk
She is my moon, and soothes me down with her mellow croon
He as Sun bestows upon me with the strength to be an individual
Preserving my smile is her daily ritual
She as Moon meditates and imbues the power to forgive
They are the reasons for me to live
Between us the bridge of communication is easily treaded
Words barring grudges are spoken and Bonds are tightly threaded
Life is not a bed of roses, but for me they make sure that the roses are embedded
My smile might be the costliest, to their pockets, but it is priceless to all the chambers of their heart
They dream about me in a royal cart
They always want the target to be hit with my dart
They grin from ear to ear
I tell them only fiction can have king Lear
But they only want someone who holds me dear
All they want me is to Move on in the vehicle of life with the topmost gear
He is my man of steel and she is my woman of substance
They reside in my soul with the non-evasive distance
They are the colors of my life
And they are a perfect husband and a wife