Mother, I don’t know if I learnt courage from you,
but I definitely imbibed a sense of duty from you!
And isn’t there immense courage in doing one’s duty?
I have inherited innocence from you, and yet much astuteness
These are complex contradictions and yet livable maxims
I am a cornucopia that’s earned the moniker of being hard-hearted
Seldom, does anyone see the gifts in me, that are far too disguised.
Mother, I understand truth needs courage without any expectations
I learned to expect very little from others, I learnt it from you
And there is so much courage in not expecting, and simply believing
That no matter the trials and tribulations, ultimate justice is indispensable
You had faith mother, above all things; you cherished it, you believed!
I regret the sometimes that I lose faith, lose belief. I know, such caprice is
only sworn to the clandestine of enemies, criminals of destiny!
I just feel my strength of character in my resolutions, even when I am tired
and feel the need to go away from this world. And Mum, I am now very tired.
But I feel your words of duty strike kinship with my spirit. And I never have
been an anachronism, though oft felt faith being misplaced. But sense of duty is
what I owe to you, Mother! Would there be trees without roots? Would there be flowers
without spores. I feel the blood of you in my genitals, I may not have had sex Mother,
but I have an erudite instinct for passion for truth and justice. These have only
been denied throughout history by villains of dishonesty and deceit. I have never been
a lying Church-like epistle, Mother! I know what it is to be avowed to the truth,
and suffer immensely for it!
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