My dear friends, I come up with this poem, for specially those few people, who have to make some changes or sacrifices in their own lives, owing to their parents. Trust me, our parents may appear to be wrong, but whatever they come up with, is and will always be for our benefit...Just go through it,and let me know....:

                            Their stand and our justifications:                                                        

The paths seem untravelled, the environment is strange.
The competition is high, the effort required is escalating,day by day.
Hope and aspirations is what we have been given as heritage.
Own dreams were traded with their dreams as an offer of exchange!

For anyone of the gen-x, this story is not strange.
We believed, our aims and aspirations no one could ever change,
But as time passed by, we realised, that things are only meant to stay forever,
Remaining everything is bound to be changed, be it person or emotions.

We bear the burden of unfulfilled wishes,desires and dreams,
We carry the promises, that were kept from being fulfilled.
We are the pride,dignity and delight of those wary eyes...
We are the reason, they lived,suffered and sacrificed.

We carry their expectations,goal and vision..
But never forget,they are the reason we prevail...
Countless nights they had passed on sleepless,
To offer us sleep unaware of restlessness....

We were kept cradled in soft comfortable and tender arms,
So that we were kept distanced from any harms.
They seemed wrong, at number of times..
But what appeared wrong,was right in disguise.

Our dreams and their expectations very seldom do coincide...
But accounting for the things they done for us to survive...
Change is a very small form of repayment we could commit to happily accede...
Dreams,desire and illusions appear very less when we compare......
With them...their life...and their stature......

Love your parents, there love is always definite...
without any complaints or any demands......