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Ugly Son

Ugly son, ugly son;
lashed out by everyone.
His mother's grey hair turned white
loving him.
He has travelled around the world.
His father wallowed in pain,
as he walked away into the plane,
they drove back home leaving him
to now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
watching back and forth in time
was hurt in every joint and bone.
fire did not melt ice,
love could not find home.

Ugly son, ugly son;
laughed at by everyone.
His mother's grey hair turned white
loving him.
He spoke in the tongue not his nor mine.
His father swallowed the pride,
as the world's lessons cruelly wise.
That night he dined alone with his wife
at the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
moving to and fro in space
was bleeding from his nose and eyes.
skies did not cry tears,
rage would not move rocks.


Ugly son, ugly son;
mocked by everyone.
His mother's grey hair turned white
loving him.
He looked inside and out for knowing.
His father ruminated in memories,
as his journey too had too many battles.
They slept in their beds in tears
in the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
gazed at his world and others'
was blinded by his convictions.
rivers did not wash away sins,
wishing would not shoot the stars down.

Ugly son, ugly son;
ignored by everyone.
His mother's grey hair turned white
loving him.
He prayed to his many gods and others.
His father laboured in grief,
as tales of the world worried him all night.
They talked all night of their lost sons
in the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
gambled heart and thought for company,
was sore in his heart and feet.
earthquakes did not swallow his pain,
whispering would not fulfil the passions.

Ugly son, ugly son;
pushed around by everyone.
His mother's grey hair turned white
loving him.
He taught himself to dance and to fight.
His father slumbered in sorrow,
as fears of his sons fate had him tired.
They left home the day following,
from the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
drank poison to make forget,
was tired in his body and mind.
wind did not drift his fate,
sorrow would not set the blood moon.

Copyright © Ravi Kiran | Year Posted 2017

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