Your Children Belong To Life Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

Your children are not your own,
But a gift from Life that has flown,
Through you they come, but not from you,
Their own paths they must pursue.

You can give them love, but not your mind,
For their own thoughts they must find,
Their souls reside in tomorrow's abode,
Beyond your dreams, beyond the road.

You may try to shape them in your mould,
But their destiny cannot be controlled,
For life moves forward, not in reverse,
Their unique journey must take its course.

You are the bow, they are the arrow,
On the path of the infinite narrow,
The Archer guides with His mighty hand,
So His arrows may reach far, in every land.

Rejoice in your bending, be not sorrowful,
For the Archer's love is bountiful,
He loves the arrow that flies so high,
But also the bow that remains stable nigh.