My Parents, My Strength Poem by abhipsa panda

In the journey to find oneself,
I found myself alone in the field.
When I cried aloud for help,
two hands in both the sides I yield.

Tears rolled down when my hands clutched,
the two were there to walk.
I felt guilty in the roads merged,
when I found my parents in the stony rock.

Things will be fine was their consolation,
built my strength to fight with situation.
"The world may accuse you lovely creation,
we will be always there for your protection."