An End Of An Edge

What do we think of giving to our children in hand? Garden blossoming with beautiful flowers in barren land? Do we want to leave for them no ancestral asset? We need to leave for them clear option to reset We might have done nothing or trained in different way They might have been suppressed at home without any say All sorts of restrictions and no room for fresh air to breath Are we not sending them to gallows or near to the death? Do we really think that knowledge is confined only in books? Is it not out of date to prepare bad food and serve s an expert cook? They will have no ideas as what to do or follow? We must give little time to shape for them or allow It is an age of open competition with vast knowledge They may have chance to prove their excellence on edge We did all mischief in our life to create gulf and wedge How all of sudden we wake up when reached to an end of age? Care them nicely so they come up of their own You are their guide and path must be shown You must see to it that they are fully grown You can expect better yield when seeds are properly sown Every parent would love to do so many things They want their children on top with best doing They may feel bad only when they fall short They may bear pain and keep it hiding in fort It will be fort turned into fortress They will store feelings in form of stress They may expect nothing more or nothing less If we fail to deliver well then they may hardly be able to face We got to be prove our selves as good gardener We must be able o understand and able to garner It is undeveloped mind wanting every possible care We need to take them to the near goal or somewhere We can mauled them in a way it is desired They are upcoming lots and to be admired It is not only our duty but our obligation It should be discharged without any question When they are up and in full blossom? Roots may be firmly placed at the bottom There has to be complete spring with nice scene It will be pleasant to see and enjoy the fruits even seen