All the suppressed respect,
Upon seeing the elders
Comes out crashing,
Directly from the heart,
Searching for that special place,
That had been the witness,
Of the remarkable evolution,
Of a whole new generation,
And had the experience of life,
Of which some were nice,
While some were bad,
But nothing unforgettable,
Since it proved to be both,
A learning phase and wake up call.
That place, the worn out and tired feet,
Upon touching which,
Bestows the precious blessings,
Along with imparting all the love,
One could ever earn in lifetime.
This traditional gesture of veneration,
Of on the ground prostrating,
Before the honourable elders,
Traditionally is followed by all,
As a mark to pay homage,
And revere the ones,
Who were there before us,
Seen all, been through enough,
And made sure the path so rough,
They traversed is never taken by us.
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