My darling baby girl, you know, don’t you?: A poem 

This love is wrapped gently in the tissues of my heart 

It defines me completely, and what I am and art 

There is a foundry of effort, a bastion, never taken apart 

For you were the strength in my calves, right from the start 

Baby girl, I often have shadows of doubt, and then I take them out 

because a conspiracy and a treachery leave me without (you) 

Who can smell a fragrance against the stink of fishy trout? 

The bed of nails, I have borne, is no cushion, with Prakash Saint Paul about 

In the language of the honest, I am an innocent, yet warily on the lookout 

The crimes against me would have anyone, in my shoes, scream and shout 

I am Virgo and Sagittarius, and right, without any doubt 

A God who loves all; but not the treacherous and that evil lout! 

 I swear by the love of my Mother, and every strand of my hair 

Those who don’t deserve my forgiveness, I will continue to dare 

Even though with divine compassion, I am replete 

So much so, that it has, more often than not, got me defeat