Deep Scars

Deep scars The scars have left me in deep Anguish and pain may permanently keep In distrust and confusion I shall live some more questions As a child I was told to be mild Kind and sympathetic It was first lesson and basic I could not sing happiness And bring smile on the face As many people used to comment on parent’s poverty I was always praying sincerely to an almighty “He is son of poor trader” So we need to offer Some kind of help to move forward This mere gesture proved as sarcastically coated word I used to cry at parent’s plight They were always right “Never be afraid of comments” Keep yourself above and try to be reasonably present I have kept them in my prayers How their words were proving good as sooth Sayers? I shall keep them in mind at each stage I am growing fast with an age