Her roots are strong worked hard to create,
A generation beyond excellence, Is all she wanted to facet!
A house full of talent, tears and elation,
Where buas come in summers to add more fun to the vacation!
The crazy strolls to the maaji pitaji lanes,
To the midnight snack sessions with talks going above the brains!
The crazy jokes to Girjadevi trips,
The exhaustive climbing to lamachaud tips!
The afternoon tutions to shilpiz house,
To Chandausi Chaat in the evening with that tawa beating loud!
Each little moment becomes a carnival,
When this big joint family comes together to celebrate an auspicious marvel!
Families grew new additions came in view,
And the circle of life had its own review.
Time ticks non-stop with ever changing sight,
The families moved on to harvest their own plight!
In the midst of struggle and moments low,
We all have felt weak, lonely and slow.
I watched my kids go separate ways,
Without holding each other’s hands in a selfless way.
Some drifted apart and some held it all tight,
Me as the source root feeling weak seeing the baseless fights!
Do not forget my fiery blood that runs into you
The teachings of togetherness and the strength that binds all of you
I may not be around to mentor for long,
But do not leave each other for any filthy monetary lust prolonged.
Mistakes, learning and forgiveness are part of life,
Do not envy each other as it cuts through like knife.
Remember how this journey of establishment began,
When we all bonded our strengths to carve history without thinking of sole again.
The circle of life will go on & on,
Sometimes telecasting a good and sometimes a bad cyclone!
My teachings and struggle are live example for you,
So do not let it over shadow by foul games around you.
My children stay together in the worst and good times,
Stay together to save each other from the dirty winds blowing outside.
Do not leave each other alone; remember how I loved you all equally,
Irrespective of the count or earning that did not suffice even a day forth.
Take the legacy forward with a clear heart,
And tell the generation next how the roots held you from letting anyone fall apart.
Sarcasm Syrup 