Pencil: I’m sorry 


Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.  


Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.  


Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.  


I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents (Guru & almighty) are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes and guiding them in the right direction.  


Remember that you do not remain a pencil all the time and let your parents remain eraser getting smaller and smaller till you only have eraser shavings and memories left. Why not write a poem that leads you to bliss and brings happiness to the eraser so together you both spread further happiness to others.