Grateful By Ketaki S. Vaidya

You are the one who calls my mom "आई" to spend time with you I can say even to my husband "byee"   You are the one who has seen me grow we have shared our moments of high and low   You are the one I have woken up from the sleep Just to share my thoughts both silly and deep   You are the one with whom I have talked so much! the kind of talk that's not so important as such!   You are the one who knows all my flaws together we have broken some school laws   You are the one with some memories good and bad you have made me both happy and sad   You are the one who has a treasure of my secrets we both know our pride and all regrets   You are the one for whom I am secretly grateful but will never tell you this because you will laugh and call me a fool!         

Don't forget to embrace life in every day's catching up. you are here to travel and explore don't get worked up in packing up   Walks are great for exercising but don't forget to stop on the way to smell flowers and touch the leaves and to admire the barn covered in hay     You work for living and that's what most of us do but don't forget the profession was loved and was chosen by you   Teaching kids is great kids are busy as a bee don't forget to laugh and play with them It's your another chance to be free   You keep your kingdom neat you cook and always clean don't forget to enjoy it some times it is nice to be mean   The clock is to check time and not to run around don't forget the life and miss out the joys that are found!     

What is meant to be will always find its way   The flowers grow even at the edge of side walk when the seed has a dream to grow   The fish is born in the smallest of the pond when the life has a dream to swim   The fireflies create the light in the darkest of the night when the darkness dreams of a light   The years of deprivation never stops the end of slavery when the soul can dream freedom   The cruel men's world never stops any woman when she dreams to lead a better world   The artist can create during the harshest circumstances the dream of creation is good enough   What is meant to be will find its way the question is do you dare to dream?