Parent-Hood

Somewhere there in me lays a desire,
A desire which I'm nurturing,
With passage of days, months and years,
A hope to see it grow beautiful and lovely,
So gorgeous and so humble that anyone would,
Go down on there knees begging for it,
Be it you or anyone or me,
It still makes this world more beautiful-
More meaningful and make it a better place-
To live, to love and to leave,
To live with a hope of loving to live it,
To love with a hope of living to love it,
To leave it with our living loved ones.
The feeling of its arrival makes us so happy
That we forget our sorrows, our tensions and our problems
A feeling to have it as soon as possible,
Happy to be associated with it and
Happy to possess it and walk with it
When it comes out of our dreams to the real world
We jump of joy forgetting every sad aspect of our life,
We start to love to live another 100 more years with its presence
We start to love our life all over again to be with it,
We start to dream more about its future,
The joy that tickles our eyes with a tear
When we see it looking at us and calling us
Mother ….. Father

by myself

That's a poem that just tilted my imaginative world...