FROM THE BOTTOM OF HEART

                        THE    REAL   ARCHITECTS

    

It was the time my mom smiled when

I cried………

It was the time my   dad taken a breath

When I started taking it…..

They carried me through the streets

They carried me around the world

When I had my first step, their eyes

Brought a tear…..

When I spoke the first word, their hands

Came towards me to hug……

They made me learn new words…..

They made me learn to explore……..

Its them, who were with me and are

With me …

To check whether I fall down

To get me up and to ask me

‘ are you okay ’

I realized the actual and beautiful architects

Of the world ………

‘’ my parents’’ ……….

                                                   BY ATHIRA ABHILASH