There came a time in my life
when I had to mother my own mother
If you think destiny finds it suitable
to reverse roles. I have known too many
secrets to feel confused by such accidents
And relationships are no accidents of one lifetime!
Like suddenly, to discover that the infant in your arms
is your eternal love! You can see, there is
more magic in an unspoken divine design
than in the craft of materialism.
I was none too good with my hands
but I was able to make a seeming shamble
into an artistically crafted castle in the air. There are many
one can save by cleverly precluding evil,
If you want to mean hey presto(!) after the tribulation
Even a misanthrope may be kinder than the self-proclaimers,
who propound your daily dose of propaganda
Was your publicity ever God’s tool? Sometimes,
the fire that burns you may save your soul!
One can be an embodiment that doesn’t epitomise
goodness, but is figuratively righteous. There is
even, in the branded ugliness, a reflection of profound beauty!
The witch hunt was a crimonology-tragedy of Christianity!
And we all have been patented by this inglorious calumny, and worse, murder!
Would you ever imagine (or be dumbstruck) that your institutions
are all controlled by masters who are alien to your planet?
You may reckon that conspiracy-theories may evoke truths
that actually call out the invisible plotters and schemers.
An overwhelming legacy of evil persists through time because of them!
What is the agriculture of your ethics? I deem
you have all failed at farming; so just abandon
your nurseries; and the future doesn’t need your
education. I’d love to make balls out of all your
square holier–than-thou presumptions
and consign them to an eternal paper-shredder!
How come the goons of gluttony keep talking about goodness!
God is not your parable of deceit! And he shares no kinship
with the butchers of justice. Though, he is patient even in his defeat!
His truth is no window to widowhood; but it is you all who don’t share the insight!
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