We walked those steps for the last time I paused While he went on
With racing heart , submerged eyes and rekindled fear I saw his blurred image in the distant Just before i turned to walk my part of the distance
I smiled over my grief, Stepped over my pain And selflessly left a moist imprint on his forehead
He was about to start a world of his own Not knowing he was about to end mine
Those parting words of him have inspired me... Inspired me to hope....
Parents spend their whole life in making us ,but we children forget to look back and we get ****** in the whirlpool of technology and materialism. The thing that the parents remember is only the goodbye , the parting and the remorse...