Rhyme of Redemption

There was the mirror, and there was me

And we both wondered, what was there to see?
I was there, standing before someone, who was giving me a glare.
The irony was that I didn’t flinch, and calmly passed the stare.
But wait a second, do not rush; Oh! What have we here?
I was there just a moment ago, where did I disappear?
‘Cos before me now there stood a son of worthy parents.
Who gave him all what they could while making their haves the haven’ts.
Who danced and sang when he was born thinking him as a source of joys.
Who pampered him with love and care and bought his favourite toys.
Who guided him by holding hands and taught him how to walk.
Who cheered his every question and loved his gibberish talk.
Who didn’t go for the sofa-set but bought him the guitar.
And now I stand and wonder- Am I their rock star?
They took me out for dinner even when I didn’t top the class.
But when dad missed my birthday, I almost gave him sass.
Dad took me horse-riding even with a fever,
‘Cos he had a promise to keep.
But when mom wakes me and tells me an errand,
I retort, “You don’t seem to care Ma! Can’t you see I sleep?”
They wanted me to be a winner,
but still smile, with me doing a third.
And all I feel is suffocation with their ideals.
Don’t I want to be a free bird?
All these years I wandered playfully in their private place.
Their bedside table was my mock air-base.
And now I cannot fathom their ever inquiring questions.
“I want some privacy in the name of god! People, can I have some space?”
Should I ask my reflection, am I an able son?
‘Cos the answer’s quite obvious and the truth has just begun.
Suddenly the light in the room feels brightening, my image looks enlarged.
As if pronouncing the sentence- Guilty as charged!
I forward my last plea, as me and my conscience at the gallows of shame wait
I want to redeem what faults I’ve made before it’s too late.
And so I promise neither to hurt you nor ever to make you sad.
‘Cos in the very bottom of my heart, I love you Mom and Dad!