When parents become children

When parents become children,
But want to remain hidden,
When adults drop their masks,
And fight the change of tasks;
Then, a space grows inside.

A space to plant a seed,
Or two or three to feed,
What wants to spring up,
From the earth's fertile cup;
To finally show and be seen.

A space tender and strong,
Grow without judgement's gong,
Singing a whole new song,
Not heard since child- so long;
The forest breathes life into them.

Every step a possible stumble,
An angry word, a bit of grumble,
The child seeing all old and new,
Understood by none, or just few;
This world is a strange place.

A blank now where memories were,
This cannot be, grr grrr grrrr,
How does it all change so fast,
I thought my world was built to last;
New shoots grow in old boots.

Looking at them i face me,
Many a times its just chhee,
Remind myself, request for grace,
They too may have passed this place;
Maybe it is time to listen more.

When parents become children,
But want to remain hidden,
When adults drop their masks,
And fight the change of tasks;
Then, a space grows inside.

It is time to listen more.

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