My poetry is scarce and short...
Contrary to life, is poetical
and long... and live its contradictions:
When I drink they feel drunken,
If I cry, they laugh,
If I imprecate, they suffer,
if I work, they eat a lot,
finally and contradictory:
If I die, they already told me,
will suffer from deficiencies...
That's why my dear friends i say
my poetry can be little,
but it causes damage when missing... !
A mother is God's mercy
From any religion
She teaches her children
Always to do virtue
It is up to children
They be kind to someone
Or they murder someone
On every evil deed
Why we imprecate a mother
Always saying mother er
Can you show me a single mom
Who learns her child evil deeds
You can't show me a mother
Who wants to sow evil seeds
It is to think my dear
Why we abuse a mother
Why we blame wrong
We should repent on it
Maybe you don't know Imran
Every mother is same as ours
You only go to heaven if I go to hell,
There’s no invigilator, caller or bell,
No church regulatory board to seal,
The fate of the many’s dying peal.
There are boards of regulation,
But no unified voice of veneration,
To salute for marking boundaries,
Saving from godly inflammatories.
There is no heaven physically,
That we can see or view visually,
No location in space to validate,
Bigots voices who do imprecate.
I rather think it an aesthetic value,
A vague opinion for kids to follow,
Not a framework rational and clear,
For choosers to accept with cheer.
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