A Token Of Love

My mouth was filled with rage and sadness,
Killed by a sceptre for flowing blood,
Hatred followed by jealousy and madness,
Everything for one and all.

I couldn’t just stop thinking,
Until I realised I have someone,
My own, my dear ones,
My folks, modern world speaks,
Yeah my parents,
I have my dad, my mom,
My dear ones, I love you all.

Why do I think of the bad?
When I never considered it in my life,
Why did I feel bad for the ones whom I never cared?
I’m sorry mom, I realised it,
Very slow, but once it happens,
And we learnt no one’s late.

Dada bought clothes and care,
Mama bought me music and love,
I’ve not to pay anything back,
And I hope this time nothing to dare.

This is just a token of love,
For I know, I can’t give,
What I’ve got, coz it’s difficult,
I can’t pay back the love and affection.

This may be a token of love,
For the dear ones,
Everyone realises it,
Very slow, but once it happens,
And we learnt no one’s late.

Thank you mama, thank you dada,
For given me everything that I am,
For taking me as I was,
Thank you for always being by my side.