Treasure Island

ANANDA GOPAN

(7-6-1993 / trivandrum, kerala, india)

Greatest Gift of LIfe


We are all together
Every time talking
They are my sod
and i am the flower in it.
I cant grow everywhere
But i can grow here
With a little rain
little care
and a little
love.

'I can't be my own mother
I can; t be my own father'

So what my parents
What i am supposed to have..
Thank God,
They are the Greatest Gift Of My Life..!

I seek forgiveness
In every step,
For all the pain i give them everyday
I am forgiving myself
For all the rest...

Submitted: Monday, May 30, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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