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A Deconstruction
Hoping against hope, I get me into making, Molding matters patiently; lovingly shaking; Sand, cement, coarse aggregate mixed into mortar, Construct best of mansions, as global-supporter...! Threats plenty, like axes on trees; I overcome, Hopefully constructing ahead, challenges I numb; Masterpiece gets artistic touch; in joy I leap, Doesn't goal of life lie in tough-grown harvest reap? Faith-deconstruction prettily carved, as a tale, As destruction of Babel tower in which tongues fail; Going against the divine edict that demands, Creatures should not disobey creator's commands...! I'd loved my lord; yet, my masterpiece had a fall, I don't know the cause; might be heaven's caution call; The debris pains me; hardest of labor turned dust, Heart cleaves; eyes brim-fill; I feel a bit loss of trust...! Kith and kin laugh; well-wishers call it cruel curse; Friends fly far away like lambs leaving lines of lions; Ashamed, as though absolutely stripped-off; I stand, Fate frightens me extending his barbaric hand...! I'm nothing; a man of god-head-made flesh-and-blood, I don't go against God's law; I'm a flower-bud; My deconstruction, I take, as God's discerned will, That might be blessing-in-disguise; not deadly-ill...! 27 January 2022
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