FOR MY KIDS..

Seen some, come and go,

Seen the others grow,

Felt their love in so many ways,

Be it December or May!                                                            

A moment it takes,

To breathe them in,

And soon, they are closer than your kins!

They are a bunch of flowers growing wild

Abandoned at their own plight

Left to the mercy of this world

But beautiful beyond words.

Hustling, bustling and often wrestling,

They wash over you,

Like a wave that is gustling,

Rolling, tumbling, and recklessly

Fumbling, with energy, they are 

Always bubbling. 

.

Laughing, screaming, singing,

Ever so often, their love is healing.

Redundant their misery,

Their sadness – history.

Looking upon you

Like angels in a mystery.

Chattering, crying,

Struggling for a normal life.

Rests in them The Divine,

Surprising, but its easy to find.                                                                    

Beseeching  prayers, expectant stares                                                     

A hope, a wish..for  a peek at a happy life,

For someone to bear, someone to care,

To give them life’s fairest share!                                        

What will become of them?

Will they be lost in the myriad many..

In a slumbering world, where life takes its toll

Even if its, just for a penny!

Or will they bloom and shine?

Do for themselves just fine?

Riddles of being that make me wonder

But their fragrance in my life will always linger.