I may have many hopes around you
I may like you to be sculpted
To bring my dreams into reality
But my love,
Your life is not a kite that I can fly
Tying with the string of my dream;
The wind of your aspiration if it goes against,
It may find you torn amidst
And that would never let you reach the sky.
So like a bird
You spread out your wings, dear
It’s your life
I am with you to guide your way
Let me just be your eyes.
( Note: This is written keeping in mind, many a time in the upbringing of our children, our dreams are given more importance than the child’s aspirations, which does not allow a child to bloom.)
