When the ancestral riches were split
All I got was a watch
An old Faveur Luba
which father used to wear
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Before darkness blossoms
Absurd bore the slouch a son
On the forehead of darkness
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They prophesied
Good people would die young
So I remained bad
Please forgive me
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Mixing my pleasure
With your pain
In equal measure
We get a child.
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Grandma never told me a tale
Never scared me by pointing at spooky pots
Never pained me by showing the bird cage trapped in the wild fire
Never forcefed me by threatening to lay in dark corridors
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Piercing with the paled eyes
Doctor gave verdict:
‘'It is spread thru water,
has to be cared''
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Sad memories
like wolves haunt me
The love promises
we traded with joy…
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Why father,
has his eyes been shut so forcefully?
Perhaps to see nothing more.
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It's not a task
To catch a poem
With fishing line
To keep it in a pot
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