Standing up to get going or watch the skies snowing
the flower may not wish to bloom and color each time
some words may sing while others may not even rhyme
If she flapped her wings the bird may just be deciding
to fly or not to fly, she may not want to be seen today gliding
The little girl sleeps every night mid story before the happy ending
her mornings are brighter than ever 'coz she has that story pending
every half written letter, incomplete union ,an unstitched seam
not the end, never till completion,longings of an unfinished dream
I am less inspired some seconds of life, not a bit for many days
less likely to reach for victory sometimes,self content some may say
satisfied before even touching shore,oh! It's fine to be far far away!

I have travelled distances to watch you grow wings.. with a belief that no one can fly higher than you...
I have written letters across oceans to spread words about the times when you will outshine
I have prayed with a plead to build my faith about the smile you will spread within million hearts
I have given everything away knowing you will call me to the abode that you'll earn with humility
I have starved to fill my soul with satiating knowledge about every bread you feed the one in need
I have stood at the window to trace your path to a place where only goodness can peacefully stay
I have been the silent friend that passes you the torch when darkness threatens to cloud your day