Thursday, September 08, 2005

the hand that feeds.

you walk a thin line between us and the rest. always there for me..yet i do not recognise your efforts. diplomatic, ever ready, charged, are but a few of the words i could use to describe you.
yet i do not aspire to be you.for you give so much without expecting, so trusting, so open. you wear your heart on your sleeve. day in day out you clean. cook. manage the house. me. papa. rahul......

yet you donot ask for anything in return. you crave for our respect. our recognition. our love... and well go home emptyhanded. you think big and put those into action. and all you ask for in return is just the fee due. respect.

sometimes the enemy is not at the gates but within. biting the hand that feeds. well for those demons and more...........sorry.