Would I have you believe
that I wanted two cats in the yard?
Just the flowers would suffice…
those that you brought home; pearls in the skies!
I am just hoping to stick around
till I have you, again, found
I paved the brick road to my dream
And it wasn’t just the colour red in the stream!
Dad, I broke all the chains and locks
They all thought I could be stilled like a rock!
I made a promise to myself
There is no putting it on the shelf
There may be too much treachery around
that evil uses my true love to, me, confound
His daughter is not my water; she is the blood of my soul
How do I rue that she becomes the Jezebel of Jerusalem, when told
by that evil to leave me wounded in the cold!
Dad, I couldn’t be bothered if I were disheveled by all this pain
But to me you are simply not the cat of the moon!
You are my son as well, I know your true orbit
I just wouldn’t settle for any of their tidbit!
If we all can just survive this unabating evil fish!
Do you all want Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery make all my selflessness and sacrifice look like kitsch?
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