never forget the hands that raised you,
the voices that guided, the hearts that shaped you.
listen to them- not out of duty alone,
but for the love in seeds they’ve sown.
be obliged, not by force,but by grace,
for they gave you life,your time,your place.
what is family,if not to stand,
in their highs and lows,hand in hand?
through every fall,through every rise,
they stand beside you,no compromise.
no “ifs”, no “buts”, no turning away,
just holding your hand,come what may.
if you cant feel what their silence hides,
or see the tears they softly disguise,
if you cant sense what they go through,
then what meaning does “family” hold for you ?
they wait for you in moments small,
in quiet corners,in every call.
not asking much-just time ,just care,
just to feel that you are there.
but somewhere along,the meaning got lost,
values faded, no matter the cost.
this generation,in haste to grow,
forget the roots that helped them glow.
and yet today, hearts turn so cold,
stories of love remain untold.
do we forget what they’ve been through,
or ignore the pain we put them through?
how can one walk away so far,
from those who made them who they are?
who poured their life,their every breath,
but are left alone in their quiet unrest.
they are your protectors,your silent shield,
not predators,as the world may yield.
they are your strength,your sacred guide,
the truest form of love you”ll find .
so before you search the skies above,
or bow to idols in the name of love-
look within your home,you”ll find them there,
your living gods,beyond compare.
for when all fades,and shadows fall,
its their silent prayers that carry it all.
~milan pathania
AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏 