The children are like candles,
Made out of wax.
Your anger out of kindle,
Acts like an axe.
Working for their future
And having less time.
Leaving them no-one to nurture,
That's surely a crime.
Giving them everything
When they need your love
Doesn't improve anything,
It just hurts your little dove.
Go somewhere out with them,
Let them experience childhood.
Let the things you've always dreamt for them
Do them good.
Be a real human,
not a work-machine
Be their role-models,
Their own kings and queens
Made out of wax.
Your anger out of kindle,
Acts like an axe.
Working for their future
And having less time.
Leaving them no-one to nurture,
That's surely a crime.
Giving them everything
When they need your love
Doesn't improve anything,
It just hurts your little dove.
Go somewhere out with them,
Let them experience childhood.
Let the things you've always dreamt for them
Do them good.
Be a real human,
not a work-machine
Be their role-models,
Their own kings and queens
-Chinmayee Kulkarni