The Promise of a Firstborn.

Seeing all, saying little, standing strong, becoming the most trusted & unshakably strong

As your firstborn, we came to thee,
A joy, a challenge, a destiny.
With trembling hands and hopeful eyes,
You met our gaze, so strong, so wise.
Maa, I owe a whispered plea,
For the pain you bore so selflessly.
For nights you held me, soft and tight,
Through weary sighs and fading light.
Paa, I see the weight you bear,
The silent struggles, the worried stare.
The world that whispered, judged, and pried,
Yet still, you stood there—dignified.
You could have bent, you could have swayed,
Yet in your love, a path was laid.
Not bound by rules the world designed,
But shaped by dreams, both fierce and kind.
You let me stumble, let me stray,
Yet never turned your love away.
Through every fall, through each goodbye,
You stood behind—my silent sky.
More than gold, you gave me sight,
To read, to write, to stand and fight.
To carve my way with head held high,
To chase the dreams that touch the sky.
And know this now, with hearts so bold,
We bring back tenfold all that was stole—
The love, the joy, the peace denied,
By bonds once forged, but never tried.
So trust, dear parents, your days have come,
To shine, to smile, to live, to run.
For all you gave, for all you dreamed,
The world is yours, as it always seemed.