I Feel No Billow

I FEEL NO BILLOW: Obvious smile covering enormous of feelings. Shadows on the wall tells 'bout what could be happening. Self-isolation mobilised for a painstaking decision. Children of destitute parents on gruesome mission; Fantasies and fallacies boosting men for filching, Selling souls for vainglories all of a sudden. I'm clinged to a belligerence as proud cudden, My hope, my goals really strictened and patterned. Need no crowd to choose me to their party. Scope of brilliancy stems up my solitary; Ground of comfort that moulds my pedigree. My partnerial souls covered by fervent prayers; My wife, children and few friends are the best players. This is a God's given family whose love never perish. To whom conversely, we have each other cherished. Literal and abstract stories framed in vital matrix. Inside the mirror do I stay keenly refurbished. Calmly take off the specs from your eyes, And never try get off the log in mine. No need for a heated mano a mano to survive. I got to do that by myself at every single time. Better abstaining from any a brick, For me not to wallow in the mud set for any pig. My indicative nounal words rightly aimed, Really my pure name not a pseudonym. No room for spiration and blame, Even Gehenna can't have me flagrated with shame. Heaven blessing's on the Sparrow; By the hands of the Almighty I don't gallow. And the path of the narrow gate do I follow. "Anderson Solomon", I'm strong and mellow. Salvation seems steeped yet I feel no billow. In the Divine glory I ever girdle at a pro Bono.