by Tushar

My tears made you smile,
that reminded you the 9 months patience for a while,
I used to crawl,
by your sweetest voice of call,


I started to walk with the support of the wall,
by believing that you will catch me when I fall,
your palm we're my softest pillows,
that never let me think of tomorrow's,


Growing up as a teen I was naughty,
but you always encouraged me saying I have extraordinary ability,
I was not good at academics,
this never made you...