To be One Like A Dearest Son

Unlived Ages between us,
Unturned pages between us;
Still there’s a bridge of love,
To fill this gap;
Like a feather in my cap,
To have parents like you

Holding my fingers,
You taught me to walk;
Bringing me up,
You got me to talk;
Sorted out every differences for me,
Ooh! We strolled across distances and miles;
Eating morsels of life,
From your fist of love.

Now after thirty odd years,
When I am quite old and mature;
And you’ve become one,
One like me and mine.
I will be your walking stick,
Will become your molar chewing teeth;
Would be your quotient memory,
Will be your residual eye sight;
I will be your ears to listen,
To be one like dearest Son;
Will drive away all your fears,
To strengthen this bond of blood,
With a toast of thanks;
And a pinch of sorry with regards.

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Akash is an aspiring Poet/Author/Song writer and also writes content for various articles/blogs and threads posted in innumerable websites, communities and social networking groups for literary works. He is good at brainstorming and fast in writing crispy content, bold slogans, catchy captions and punchy one liner’s. Akash has already got few of write ups internationally published in an Anthology on Zombies named as, ‘Unleash the undead’ a compilation by international author Samie Sands. Currently, he looks forward to launch his first book published by 'Destined to write publications', which is a Canadian publishing/writing firm.


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