Parents

In mid of apocalypse

You hold my hands ,

Hidden griefs still  

You Taught me grace 

At the edge of ambiguity 

You shown me heights of hope 

When mirror told me truth 

You gave me silver way to goals.

On valley of loneliness 

You are my echo of support 

At Every broken lost steps 

You direct me to highest pole 

I end my every prayer into you 

My existence is always from you.