Thoughts

A question arose in my small age,

why was I put on this planet strange.

Mom replied ‘to love people and to be loved’,

earn a good name which always will be remembered.

Answered, ‘I do have a name’,

and people love me all the same.

Mom smiled at my innocent reply,

which her ears often heard frequently.

Parents kept me as a precious bird locked in a cage,

and sometimes it put me into a rage,

but when loved in that cage to stay,

go and make your own life, they say.

Growing up in my mom’s fantastic creation,

found an answer to my question.

People leave footprints behind,

so that people like me follow for an opportunity to find.

Life comes only once at a time,

and to make it an interesting journey would be its purpose prime.

Prayed to God if he again drops me on this planet,

loved to be in my parents cage again as their pet.