I turned the corner
and understood belief
when your own self
you must retrieve
Is a storm a demon
when it clears, it leaves
you with your strength’s
legible and recognising sheaf?
The soft interior and the hard cover
is the flesh of an inimical lover
That even if God was fraught
He never forgot
that duty is both sacred grail and broth
I am not about dreams
only a magnitude of relevant streams
I know what’s pertinent and prudent
Yes, I do my grief vent
but I am certainly hell-bent
to give the deserving what is well-meant
On nights, when clouds hung
like the skies’ lungs
a secret, I heard, among
from the nomad in the desert (Anon),
in his own humble words,
is that he is better off
in no man’s land
What may be a sought-after
may be no aphrodisiac
but just a pail of murky water
A stoic soul has sunlight at night
his wisdom, may manifest his plight,
But, yet, is a shining redeeming light
And those who swear that I was thief,
you are causing me undue grief
For I did not steal my brother Esau’s might
I only took what was my birthright!
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