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Today You Are 18 !

Today you are eighteen,
Eighteen is not just a number,
It is not just another day,date or year.

My son, my pride,my lifeline
eighteen is an alarm to make you awake,
to make you aware that you have crossed that line from where you should be discreet enough to choose what is for you best and fine.

Eighteen is a warning bell that now on
it's you and your ways which are going to make your life a paradise or a living hell.

Eighteen is a digit that proves now you are much sturdy, 
That now you are  stronger , bolder and ripe enough to carry the loaded basket of responsibilities christened LIFE on your shoulders.

Eighteen is a year,
when you need to gear,
gear up to hold the reins of your life and brace yourself to bear each and every struggle and strife.

Eighteen is the boundary line
that once you cross,
you have to bid adieu to your childhood,to your tantrums,to your whimsical wishes and fancies.
Since, from now you are going to hold,
you are going to control,
The reins of your present and future.

My boy,
I have seen you grow from eighteen seconds,to eighteen minutes, to eighteen hours,to eighteen weeks, to eighteen months to eighteen years,
Since you came our life has always been full of cheers.

Till eighteen we were there 
as your protective fence,
as your defence,
but now on my ward it will become impossible and hard for us to defend,
If you fall or fail.
Because eighteen is that number,
Which will change towards you the heartless world's vision.
Since now on you are no longer our baby but an adult, a supposedly responsible law abiding citizen.

Eighteen is the exit that will give you wings,
To fly out from your parents' nest to win your share of sky,
 My handsome boy just remember when you fly,
Our love for you is unconditional and we don't wish you to be bound,
but  your flight shouldn't be so far that when we your parents would count our breaths you would find it impossible to come around.

On your eighteenth birthday just make a promise like when you saw this world for the first time,
you were unaware that we were there,
likewise when we would be shutting our eyes forever,
you  our treasure will be there to fill our hearts one last time with the same immense cheer.....






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  1. this is soo good 👌👏 made me emotional !!! 😭😭

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  2. Oooooooo.. . So sweet so true feelings. । True imotions. ... Very nice

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  3. Emotions..... Higher than the heavens above.....!!!!

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  4. Very true & emotional outlet of feelings

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  5. Such beautiful and sensitive feelings.

    A delight to read 🌟

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  6. Beautifully pebned down what is 18....superb.👌👌

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  7. Beautifully penned down..what is 18..superb

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  8. Wonderful piece of writing👌👌

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  10. Amazing mam in a wonderful way given the defination of 18

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  11. Every 18 year old must read it..kudoos to the poet

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  12. The best💯💯💯 I'm thrilled, amazed, and emotional after reading ur this piece of art.... 🎀🎀

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  13. True feelings of a parent for his/her child.... amazing...

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