Childhood

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I was unable to read and understand What were papa up to and his stand? When he will be angry or loose temper? When he will embrace me or pamper? I was feeling secure and happy as child Mother was always very kind and mild She looked to me as ocean of love Ready with delicious food and serve In her warmth I could feel bright day She was almost there to show the way She may forgo her comfort of sleep and say I must be good boy and attention must pay Her words are stored as unforgettable memory When she is not seen around I feel so sorry I search her here and there with utmost concern So many things I had yet to follow and learn Papa sometimes come heavily on me and scolds Mother at the same time come and warmly holds What a greatness to shower love with difference? One must understand and draw lesson with inference Papa seemed to me very harsh as head of family He used to hold my hand firmly for mistakes silly Mother may not interfere and make father angry She may feed me with love when I felt hungry Still I felt immense love for father He was determined to take me further He made me to look different from others So I should be of my own and needn’t bother As parent they taught me lesson with high morality They did all they could do as per their ability How to express why I hold then in high esteem? | May be their intense love which to me possibly seem Many children may not find situation like this They might have lost parents and surely miss Childhood is most important thing to cherish Their sweet memories remain and don’t vanish

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