Hidden support...

this poem was dedicated to my elder sister who usually contradict me not in a bad way but to teach me good lessons i usually got agggravated and felt helpless but i was so wrong........ What support dear you give me I am crunched inside …dear I am so keen… To know what kind of support is that I am standing alone …you in your three bedroom flat… What a support you have given me dear I regret but impossible to handle the , sins i bear what kind of support you have given I know long sinner’s path has driven By me but you never say Tell me dear the road of precise way Why I’m not able to see The support of my Dee Whose essence must be in the air Oh! I regret I can’t see…anywhere… …………………………………… Where my love is lost Where my head kiss gone astray But I tell you I hater the most The “affection” Whom I am betrayed Alas! I was wrong There was affection It was there somewhere My eye sight suffered reflection I never put my face up To see if you may be sitting I” stupid cupid never assumes “Hidden support” was inside always waiting...... .......................... *Dee is a word i have used for sister usually spoken in india.....