Unto thy child I granted all
Unto me, he granted nothing.
I signed up for blessings
Yet it seems like a curse.
Am I desperately wanting?
Am I too expectant?
Or should I blame myself for not doing so much for them?
I pondered about their future
They are overwhelmed by the daily trends
I soaked by wretched bible in tears of prayers
Their tears are rather wasted on movie scenes
To and fro is my direction
Cluelessness has become my map
…and tears have filled the cup to taste my very own pains
I daydream of a joyous me
But my reality expresses crippled hope
When will they realize their admired end goal can be a beginning?
When will they see the light that cries from within?
Aren’t they aware about the blank sheet that craves for their handwritings?
Oh!
My precious Child
Wake up!
The fantastic you is on the hill waiting for your arrival
Don’t let "you" wait for too long
Start Climbing now!