To My Parents

I wish, I could've wrapp'd the both with my heart,
And would've nourish'd them within, to stop their aging.
If I could break God's watchful watch part by part,
And would have harmed the angel's aging-caging.

Oh God! You'll clearly call me," a selfish fellow!"
O punish me severely for my sure
selfishness.
You may have nominated their names for heavenly pillow
But what about my lucky little life's loveliness.

Who'll be my light and power?
Who'll soothe my worldly pain?
Her rugg'd palm irrigates mental fields as shower,
Without him, my world be dark and dismal as den.

They're more than air, water, food and knowledge of Oxford,
In heart, mind, body and soul, I feel my parents in Spinal cord .

by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra