Both have changed. And its drastic. Each past phase they went through has been most beautiful but this is something really painful to go through. Both are filled with entangled with blissful towards each other. A state of misery, where each decision will construct a route to either a deserted land or safe return to .
Recalling the days of old Sitting in his shoulder from the winter morning to the summer evening From home to the market I insisted to follow Because there is a fear of loosing him That grew in my mind when I was little. With passing time we moved into new place surrounded by unknown faces Still the fear followed me — when he go for work after leaving me in my school The beautiful days where I sit in my small saddle of his bicycle is now remained as a beautiful memory. Now he is above sixty five, old and with light wrinkled skin Still do all the hard things which he used to do during my childhood days. His growing age and high blood pressure gives me pain every now and then. A week ago he said to me, " I am old now, I cannot pull my body like before" Gave rise to the old childhood fear in my mind again. Tears roll every time I see him as the lines he said were like an sudden pain But all I can do is fell the devastating side of mother nature and cry in the silence of dark As he is the only person in my house who love me no matter how hard the situation is and can be.