The Rectangle of Life 
Simran Ahira

We are all your collective parents

Your billons of carers

We made you

We love you

And now we sit and curse you

When the cursor will not move

When you will not do what we tell you to 

We watch you grow

We nurture you

We give you food

Spend every free second playing with you

Spend every free penny on more for you

And as we age

You outgrow us 

We wither away

And you overshadow us

Suddenly it is us asking you the questions

It is us who are helpless

You become our parents 

And we are all now your children

And we hold you as we lie in bed

Waiting for death

And perhaps one day you will birth something new

Which will be the death of you too

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