Unfailing love

They may call it protection,
But we only know it as imprisonment.
When they lock us in at home and carry the keys;
Coming back very late but, only to say sorry,
Still it is protection right!

They may say it is security.
They only promise us liberty.
But when will it come,we keep asking ourselves.
When we are not allowed to have fun,
To associate with our peers?

They may take it to be freedom.
But to us, it's sheer boredom,
When we are restricted,
From usage of phones, friends and social media,
Yet, they still say, it is freedom!

They call it sense;
We call it nonsense.
When we are told not to fight.
And when we get hurt,
They congratulate us.

Now, we have come to know,
The sense in the nonsense.
The liberty in the security
And all this because of your unfailing love.
Lovely parents!