My Story , My Life

Hey ! my mother ,

Hey ! my father ,
I never wanted you to go
But you were just the wind that blows
Regret is a feeling that I feel everyday;
God took you away from me, and I didn’t say –

You didn’t deserve to die;
Did not deserve to be in pain,
Only to leave me here asking you why –
Night after night when I cry in vain.
Thinking of the parents I’ve lost
Knowing of the pain and misery it’s cost.

Lush green forests, Singing streams, Eternal snows,
Dancing birds, Verdant vales, &Emerald meadows.
Apple’s trees, Pilgrims’ faith;
Story they narrate – all merge into them –
MY Grand Father! & My Grand Mother!

You come to me like heaven’s caring arms;
I would say just like the schoolmarms.
I remember days when troubles were high ;
You wanted to smile but you had to sigh.
Your faith, your care, your love gave me strength
To face the world without fear and with strength.

You kept me safe & strong
And sheltered from the storm
You were my might when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You said no star was out of reach
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach

Seventeen years I kept you in my sight.
Now all I can do is hold the memories tight
The day your soul drifted high
My heart knew, and all I could do was cry
You both have gone far away from this land,
I miss the precious touch of your loving hands.

As a son, grandson and brother;
I lost Ma, Pa, Sis , Grandma & Grandpa;
As a son , grandson and brother;
If the choice was mine I'd rather
Had not lost either one.

My grandpa ! My grandma ! , My father !
My mother ! My sister !
You all I do miss -
But we shall meet someday
On the great judgment day
To chase the clouds away.

A mild wind blew cross the land
Reaching out to hold a hand
For on the winds the angel came
Calling out my adoptive mother's name.
She gave me wings and made me fly
She boosted me up I could touch the sky
She gave me everything
When I had nothing
She stood by me and I stood tall
I have her love I have it all

I’m fighter tested by destiny & setbacks
But I always found my own way back
My victories are small and few
Each day the fight begins anew
I have chosen the road that I’m on
I have joined the fight for excellence
Until the war is won

So what if the beads scattered
The problem is resolved per se
If your tears are auctioned off
Then your penance is complete

Nothing gets lost here
The book changes its cover
Like the night peels moonlight
In the morn to be sun-ray lover

Many, many pots n pails have broken
Not a crease on the well's face o muscle
Many, many boats have sunk
The shore has the same hustle-bustle

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