To My Parents

I don’t want to know why the sky is blue
I don’t want to see the works done by you
I don’t want to know about your occupation
I don’t want to waste your all attention, on me.
Cause all I want to know is that,
from which holy place have you came?
How you made an infant so brave and strong?
How you raised me up?
How you made me so bold? I want to know
I am very lucky, that you are my parents.

I don’t want to be an exploding star
I just want to be the farthest star
god gave me the greatest gift, my parents
and now, I’ll fulfil your wishes
and all I want to say is that, you are my heart and brain,
you made an infant to grow and gave him this delightful rain,
and I promise you that, your solace will not go in vain.

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