They were parents, in vain
There they were, at the back seat,
In the much popular, much awaited 355L,
With bags in hands in the sun's heat,
They got into the bus, pushing and trembling, searching for a seat.
A seat not only for themselves alone,
But seats for the seven daughters that they had grown.
All with smiles and happy faces,
No sign of sadness or hard phases.
I had a look at the parents carefully,
There eyes in pain, the hearts in vain,
With wrinkles on faces, must have been in their early thirties.
Looked as if they had raised their daughters in pain,
But made sure they witnessed not a single strain,
I did not know who they were,
I did not know where they come from,
All I knew was that they were true, had faced a lot, knew life like no one else.
They were parents, were in love with their daughters, but not with life :(