It stands erect,straight
Beauty personified
But it grows old too
Like the man with the spectacles
I’m talking about
The chinar
To which my home is sparkled
It is like the young me
In autumn it sets that example.
But it also fades away
like my parents and I would
This is the world’s story
Where everything that goes
Around comes back.
They set for the journey
To there dreams
But leaving their
Old one’s alone.
They cry inside but
Never return back,for
They want to learn more.
Family is broken
Parents are shattered,
But these children make
A loud cry amidst the stars
When they shine
They go back to their parents
Repenting about their act
I was sitting on a bench
Beside the brave chinar.
Witnessing the story of the
Separation of kids
Tears flowed and I cursed
I had too left
But today i want to tell
My icons the tale of love
Dear,you are my heroes
Not less than any superhero
I am the one who escaped
I am the one who broke
But my deeds payed
Though leaving you alone
You’re my infinite lord
Ill be back
Back with the treasure
I would let you fly
Dont grow old till then ,I would be back with your love..
(#a tribute to my parents for letting me enjoy the every miracle of life, and a tribute to say that I LOVE YOU )
Pen at rest 