O Mum and Dad, you are mountains exemplifying virtue: A poem 

You know, the handwriting that spills on my page, 

is the blood of my soul that reveals itself! 

Yet, does the sky bare its entire soul 

even on the clearest night?! 

I just feel every star is reading out 

its own narrative-summary of itself 

in the distant light that takes so long to reach us 

You know, like self-awareness takes so long to convince us 

So, we must go through cycles of reincarnations! 

Would you think it is better to end this lengthy seeming rigmarole 

and end up once and for all in a prison? 

Or really venture to be like God himself in an eternal process that needs too much patience? 

Mum and Dad, I always feel the treasure box of your presence 

and it was a presence, indeed, all the time I felt so alone 

like an invisible staircase – upwards when need be 

and downwards when need be; and whichever way it was 

I am certain it was leading me to Paradise! 

You know, Paradise is always present in what you believe, 

like verdant slopes along the road you’re traveling on! 

And yes, there are bête noires and bête albas also traveling alongside 

that make your Paradise feel like a lurid ramshackle 

But your faith in yourself is your saving-grace conviction 

Even if fate is never loquacious enough to tell you the whole truth at each ending! 

What is the permanence of evil? 

Some people seem like they are present to daunt you for eternity 

Some people intimidate you only temporarily but leave marks of permanence! 

Is anyone sure that the evil besetting them is not of their own volition? 

Does righteousness need wickedness to ensure its own righteousness? 

And are most of us, most of the time deceiving ourselves that evil is a convenient good? 

I have trouble debating these questions?  

But Mum and Dad, I know, I must devise my own happiness, like you both did; 

and smile despite the immense responsibility that you carried! 

I know for sure; we are not rivers traveling downstream to feed a hungry desperate ocean 

We are mountains touching the sky, and yet, grounded to the earth! 

 And this be known even if we are susceptible to be bodygrabbed by ruthless evil 

We are epitomes of virtue, and O despicable Evil(!), even in all your power over us, we never ever did plead with you or beseech you!!!!