When parents are our buddy,
When home is the place we have most fun.
Gliding on the clouds of bliss,
Where laughter is shared equally among old and young.
Everyone listens, everyone cares,
Be it mother, father, daughter or son.
There - parenting becomes a joy ride,
...and khuljaye bachpan!
I come from one such home,
Where encouragement was in abundant supply.
Be it starting my very own business or traveling alone abroad,
I was told to look ahead and fly high.
There was always a balance between caution and care,
Our parents never snubbed us to go anywhere.
Logic-reason-desire ruled above age,
Failures were dealt with consolation and never with rage.
It was more of friendship that bloomed while growing up,
...and khushi ke pal filled our days with a midas touch.
There was nothing we refrained to share,
Moments of shame, dread or even despair.
If my brother had a crush, they knew,
Or the emotional stress I went through.
If I bunked a lecture, I always told my mother,
Same rules were followed by my brother.
Without a shadow of doubt, they trust us,
Reassuring every situation is better handled with love.
Faith replaced fear, unlocking more happy days,
...and gave more khushi ke pal for us to embrace.
When buddy parenting helped to make a perfect connection.
Dad taught me to drive, I taught him to use a smartphone,
He texts and is on whatsapp, and never feels alone.
Mom, who taught us to enjoy life to bits,
Was thrilled by surprise birthday party thrown by her kids.
They never hesitate to try new thing just to bond with us,
Be it hanging at a new place and trying new stuff.
They made growing up - a cherished ride,As buddy parents they are more of friend, confidant and guide.