In the times of trouble ,Who wipes our tears
And also drives our fears?
They never wish to resign;Moreover
Made us to Shine!
The pain in their past are untold,
Effort was only their stronghold.
Fate has ripped apart their dreams
Finally,Started evolving like machines.
From our birth ,Till our last breath;
They are our only Godsend wealth.
They never lose hope upon us,
By craving our spirit alike robust.
Creator's exquistive gift to us from paradise
But we never meant to advertise;
We are not worthy for having their existence,
Who made our goals as their living purpose.
In old age,They solely wants us to hold hands
Than to offer miilions of fecund islands.
With awe and vivid,"Love our god's presents";
Who are the irreplaceable souls, Our parents!
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