You come back home,
After a hectic day at college,
You were wearing a pair of ripped jeans,
"This is something that society won't acknowledge."
"You came back home, after 8."
"Not my problem, it's of this state."
"Don't argue with us. We know it all."
"You know every thing about today?
Huh! Too early to make this call."
"You have female friends in your group?!"
"Yes Uncle! Because probably I studied in coed"
"Your group might breakdown, you are changing city."
To himself - "You should change your mind instead."
"Son, touch his feet. He is elder to you"
"Mom, while you were changing, he was peeping through."
"Don't say like this! He is our guest!"
"Mom, what he deserves is a warrant of arrest."
Our elders think we are different from them,
Right are they. Because so is our time from theirs,
"How will these kids deal with their future"
A thought, that gives every parent, wild nightmares.
Nothing weird. For humans react to changing time,
But your heritage, your morals are not home to grime.
The lessons you taught us, forever will remain,
But we are the new generation, Let us be our own brain.
You often think that time is drifting us apart,
Little do you remember, that you made us,
Your piece in us shall travel with us, never to depart.