Sadly, children dream through their parents’ eyes, Chasing shadows dressed as sunrise. They try so hard to prove them true, Yet the burden feels heavier than they ever knew. Carrying those dreams bends their shoulders low, Calling them their own makes the burden grow. If it was hard for parents, it is harder for their child, Forced into a race they never styled. A trophy to show, a name to display, Yet their own dreams are somewhere brushed away. Amita Joshi
Knowing so well of the loss and still going there for a shot... Cheering for achievers freely while remaining themselves tied in some knots... Hiding the tears of failure to beautify the smile for success of their friends.. Cherishing the opulence of the friends while struggling to meet their own ends No one notices the depth they hold Little more craft you should have they are often told... When the peers are shining like a star They are awaiting for the daybreak that too seemed like so far Looking everyone flying high when remaining in some invisible cage Grace is spelt when a so called mediocre celebrates being called 'average ' Amita Joshi
How do I live up to the image you see, When the strength you believe in isn’t in me? I wish I were all that you think of me, But only these confessions can set me free. A loser in life, yet I’ve won with you two, Your love pulls me through when I don’t know what to do. Not infinite—my strengths are so few, But my true power lies only in you. One day, you’ll see the limits I hide, I just hope you’ll be kind and stay by my side. Amita Joshi
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