MY SON vi

When the ilk silk of a soul sew,

And question queued on a line thread

Briary bride doubted her two worlds

Lying beneath the core of her eyeballs

The core is her identity, be identified…

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My beloved Son of his father,

Bats are identified by flying at night

Because they are rats,

So do rats- run away from sight

For they are bats

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If rats walk majestically at sight

It is because they are blind,

If bats were seen in broad daylight

It is because they are also blind

Of their core insight…

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They are blind to their wrong 

Hung on these trees of life

Which rats don’t see as wrong!

Both species are possibly preys

To something’ prayer. Be wise

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My Son, be an… (to be continue…)

 c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016.

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