A message for the next generation

Don’t you stumble upon the rocks that hurt us,

Don’t you cry for the thorns that bled us,

Don’t you long for stars that upset us,

You, our little baby, you have all of us.

You have an aunt, from whom you’ll learn,

The art of singing and the passion of hard work.

You have an uncle, from whom you’ll earn,

A crate of humor and a goodwill filled urn.

You have an uncle, who at turns will guide,

At times you are stuck, or in a turmoil of life.

And you have a useless uncle too,

But at times hard and tough, he can be counted on by you.

But remember this our little baby,

The strength of a woman, lies in her own body.

Whenever in your life you start to forget this,

Take a look around your house and look up to your Mommy.

From ways rosy, and some full of thorns,

You will learn some life lessons.

But don’t cry on the blood from those thorns you,

Because lessons learnt bleeding are the most vital ones.

Trust people, but none too many,

As goodwill is present, but not in plenty.

Live life with zeal too large,

That it shames all around you and apart.

Be inspired, be always,

you will be guided that way.

Cry, and have affection,

But never let that be the cause of any dejection.

Fall, but rise double that fall,

Life is about ups and downs afterall.

Have a pride, have an attitude,

But don't let arrogance get in multitude.

Read, read a lot,

From Elliot, to Sir Lancelot.

As in books you will find friends,

That do not change face or their trends.

Play, play whatever suits your line,

Be that cricket, or even Javeline.

Try winning in everything you trying,

But you don't ever carry the fear of losing.

Love have you in plenty even now,

Love people in return even thou.                                                   

But even if you find it all a fuss,

You, our little baby, you have all of us.