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See-Saw

An attempt to address the helplessness of parents who have and will have different parenting struggles since time immemorial to save their children from slipping into labyrinth of illogical fashion ,demands and at present the ocean of gadgets....

Times change, centuries roll
But parents have only their children's well being as their only goal.
"Why are you standing here?
Oh! Stop staring there,
Don't twitter like this.
Don't roam like that ."
"Ah! "My heart shouted thither,
" Will you please stop this father?"
A momentary silence prevailed
But soon my dad yelled again,
" Mend your ways.
Trim your nails.
Wear a decent attire.
Concentrate on your studies or get ready to fail."
I perspired and wailed," Stop this father."
 "Have you gone mad?"
Shouted my teenager son.
Son who has a novel definition of fun.
Who is a prisoner of a tech cell
The living hell whose inmate is not one but everyone's teenaged young ones.
Whose builders, architects,masons are no one other than our own precious ones .
I opened my eyes ," Was it a dream?"
Observing my child going astray , pacing into a virtual artificial gruesome world l wished to pray l wanted to scream out
All the strictures my once earthly father had passed
But ,my obstinate son did he or would he bother?
I sense, l feel my ethereal father behind the clouds
Boldly pointing out ," See ,how things go round 
What's right for us, for you today
May prove wrong tomorrow".
So, always pay heed to what your elders say
Since that's the ultimately best way.
As life is akin to a see-saw
Forever you can't stable stay.
A see-saw will always sway 
Whatever your perception may say
Right or wrong it will always go
Up and down .
Sitting on the tip of an iceberg
I wish wheel of time to spin back.
And do whatever little bit l can
To get my father pat me on my back
To bestow on me the legacy of infinite patience that only parents can boast to own.
But, now he rests in God's town pointing for sure towards a see-saw which will always sway up and down.








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  1. Wowww mam😍❣️ you nailed it✨👌

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  3. It seems you have penned down the real situation of parents

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  4. Hats off ma'am...
    May god bless you
    Loads of love and regards❤🎀😘

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  5. A swinging attempt by the swagger blogger encompassing the roller coaster parenting euphoric ride oscillating around a generation gap fulcrum.. What we SEE is and edgy SAW in action, hitting a tipsy tervy ration-ed nauseatic feel each time the ir-ration-al gap is widened between gene-ration...
    Parenting to be a joy ride thrill as pa(ma)-rent their primitive hearts out to embrace their teenagers novel perspective notions thereby making constant attempts to dwindle the gaps..
    Full points to the blogger for blo-wing wind underneath versed wings of expression, expertise and excellence as the Father blesses you with another poetic feather in your cap.. Keep swinging...

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