Numerous years ago, the two of you met,
And decided on a single journey.
Who would’ve known that parents such great,
Were what God had planned for me!
You earned and fed; I learnt and read,
Comforting me at times of fright.
You bathed me and made my bed,
Tolerating my shrill cry at night.
From a kid to a boy, I turned,
And now I’ve become a man.
Slowly but definitely I’ve learnt,
That you are my two hands.
Time and again, I was confronted,
By problems, worries, and mistakes.
My cheeks hollowed when I was haunted,
I shivered, starting from my trembling legs.
Every single time, you were there to hold me,
By my shoulders and teach me how to fight.
You told me to face my fears boldly,
And always do things that are right.
It seems that the door is locked,
And guarded by thousands of raven.
But I fear them not, for I have,
My parents – my keys to heaven.