Quest thy heart.

Often we tend to forgo love of our parents when time change beings into a more matured being. Instead of being grateful toward that love, we just ignore and distant from that oove so far.

Then; When we were tiny-tots we were too young indeed.
Too innocent, too ignorant and too fragile to be left alone.
We grew up inside the loving embrace of our parental love and care �"
'our sole world'.
Now that their love have moulded us matured enough.
We've become too skillful, too creative, too knowledgeable.
We have self-made world-'isolated world'.

While we were learning how to speak, how to walk.
'Mum' understood our mysterious murmurs and tacit.
'Dad' held our tiny hands and taught us how to keep walking.
Nay...we've learnt all tongues, we say a lot and complains, ”Mum you don't understand”.
When we've mastered how to step forward, we remunerate them by walking away when they long to be with us.
The tiny hands has become too busy to catch dreams and we say, "leave me alone".

Wonder how many turns we take..

Love and sacrifices for us.
How finely we thank?
Wonder how grateful thy heart for that undefined love?