An odeful lyric to Mum and Dad: A poem 

Did you not belong 

to the universal song? 

Like all the flames it sires 

belong to the fires of its desires 

Were you not the hand 

behind the Promised Land? 

God, at times, may feel like an island 

But He reminds Himself that you are the juices in his glands 

God insistently chose 

you, when He arose  

He is your blood and your souls 

You are his glucose 

We walked and talked 

and the zillion stars docked 

We had the ability to count 

the humongous amount 

There is an indelible writing 

in a magical streak of lightning 

that no ordinary eye can see,  

because it is a flash, but destiny 

We go up and down 

the ancestral tree 

It all comes around 

without a sound 

But there is a sonic boom 

that the Supreme does groom 

The seemingly broken chain 

is no fragile strand in vain!