Jan 2013
Mother,
Father,
Time.
She gifted me this world,
He was the indispensable catalyst,
It ticks on by as I often write these lines.
She let me pull her hair,
He let me ride on him,
It let me be in itself.
She grieved for me,
He was apprehensive,
It gave me the 7 seconds.
She supports me morally,
He shows me that I can do it,
It has been since the easier game.
Father,
Time.
She gifted me this world,
He was the indispensable catalyst,
It ticks on by as I often write these lines.
She let me pull her hair,
He let me ride on him,
It let me be in itself.
She grieved for me,
He was apprehensive,
It gave me the 7 seconds.
She supports me morally,
He shows me that I can do it,
It has been since the easier game.
My calling them '7 Seconds' is just a symbolic way for the nick of time I met that life-threatening accident
© Atul Kaushal
© Atul Kaushal
