brushing up feathers to make a flight
a dangerous plight shook all my mighta hand of dexterity was on my right
helped me to keep pinnacle in my sight
n i made a come back for a threatening fight
venturing into the world of a new town
violent burst turned everything brown
precluding tapering,a candle was shown
revived my hope of winning the crown
n i fought the battle on my own
voyaging with vacillation in my mind
a tempest swept over all my kind
but there was a chum to provide a bind
steered me towards the challenging winds
n i became inured to the fierce kinds
imperiling n staking events occured in a row
held in solitary,left alone by the world i know
accompanied by the figure before whom i wana bow
a vivid picture only of my parents was shown
respect, love and care for my treasure trove
and for their blessing m very prone...
//...no love is greater than mom's love
no care is greater than dad's care .... //
