Oh, parents, what does it truly mean,
To bear the rent of those born from love’s gleam.
Or to be the ones who once loved us true,
Cared for us selflessly, our hearts they knew.
I’m surprised by how this word has changed,
Today’s parents seem so rearranged.
No longer guiding with a selfless hand,
Instead, they offer their children a full-time bank.
Is this what it means to be a parent today?
Taking them on foreign trips, dressing in luxury’s array?
Does selfless love mean playing this game,
Or is it teaching good values, not just brand names?
Does parenting mean chasing them to eat a meal,
While they hold a phone, lost in a digital reel?
Or is it like Yashodha, embracing her own,
Feeding little Kanha with love brightly shone?
Does parenting mean to stay disappeared for a day & night,
Compensating innocent hearts with gifts to avoid fights?
Or being there, teaching life’s lessons so clear,
Polishing their souls, helping them persevere?
It’s time to reflect, to ponder and see,
Don’t blame the children, it’s time to agree.
Don’t blame this generation, let’s be aware,
Give them your time, show them you truly care.
Parenting is more than being their friend,
Guide them so their paths don’t twist or bend.
Think wisely, they are your own reflection,
Draw it with love, with mindful affection.
Parenting is not about being their mate,
But being the compass, before it’s too late.
Be the parent they can trust and confide,
Guide them through life, with love as your guide.
— Shipra Sharma