Have always wondered
Could Shivaji be brought to his knees
Not by the mighty sword of an enemy
But by fever that troubled his child incessantly
Would Rani Jhansi fret and despair
If her child had scary nightmares
While these musings will remain unanswered
The Sherlock in me has solved my parents mystery
"Once I start working, their anxieties will ebb"
16 years of workex has only abetted the worry lines on their forehead
Wait till you get married, that's truly when you will be off their head
Little did I know I was just doubling their stress
Best trick always comes last
A grandchild will divert their attention
Asal sey sood pyara you see
But in my case, asal and sood are equally pyara
It took me many years to realize
That I am thankful for their worry
It irritates, pains and confounds me,
But their worry forms a halo around me
Of love, care and comfort
Which feels as warm as my dads hugs and
as comforting as moms hand caressing my temple
This worry is my only ticket to be a child
Their child- always loved, nurtured and pampered
Thank you Mom dad!