Till that you are soft & powerless like a child,
Till that you are delicate & fragile like a flower in the wild!
Till that you are immature like a new-born infant,
till then live inside of me as my pennant!
Like a plant lives in shadow and shade,
When come under sunlight get to fade!
Now you’ll get hurt by any small injury,
You’ll incinerate by a small fire,
You’ll get stumbled only in few steps,
You’ll slide from less higher!
Therefore, till then you live inside of me inside of my heart…
You’ll get dirty from very less dust & sand,
Now you’ll get easily bent,
So till then you live in me, inside of my heart…
When power will comes in you, life will be illuminated & breathe,
Strength will knock your door or enter into your heart as a sheathe,
When you’ll do your own help,
You’ll be get glittering star in itself!
You’ll drink fire-nectar, then you go out and run,
Then you will be sacred after playing in dust,
Then you’ll be you, no cover; no shell is must!
And then you’ll be free after binding in all bonds,
You’ll be unraveled after embroil,
You’ll be you after how much fly!
Then you will stand down and stand,
You’ll stay connected instead being unkempt,
Therefore, till then you live inside of me, Inside of my heart!
As a subtle & subliminal part…