A little great thing about love!: A poem

May be I thought I was revolving around my own

headspace, with the idea that I am an egocentric

Universe. But, in fact, I am aware that this is a

multifocal, multi-axial rotation of the circumference of me!

And there is more to the extravasation from the numerous

centres of light, than the mere shedding of light, but an abstract

significant nurture! I know how I miss even your helpless

wheel-chaired vulnerability of old age and frail disrepair, Mother,

even though,  I am saddened by it. And I have known you, all along,

as a mountain of duty to love! Metaphors are descriptive even

retrospective; but even all the sincere, honest, eager candour

of words can fail the test of living up to the immensity of the emotion we share.

Mother, you know, we are each of us Ethiopic Neguses in our own ways…

the anti-astringetised gentle undulating dewing of culture and the forces

of civilisation. Because we are all immense teachers, ourselves, as we endeavour

to learn. Mother, you adorn an exalted chair in my mind and soul, that may keep you there

no matter your passing into an ethereal abode! I still live with the everlasting dignity of your

presence! I also feel profoundly the emissary of magnitudinal divinity that is my Dad! I am

 humbled in the imagery of loyalties, like great icons enshrined in the Akashic Halls! For all my

 endowments, I am trifled and humbled  by the magnanimity of love symbolised in

living and passed away benevolent entities! Like my frontiers and regions of love – familial,

 ancestral, pets, and patrons, also a great mighty leader from the West (my Captain King)

whose photoframe adorns a special place on the walls of the lounge of my soul! And I am,

at once, kindly feeling the hallmarks of a fecund generosity. If I could only exchange love for

 love, without being daunted by  the travesties of an imposing treachery sabotaging the civilisation that is

desired for by the righteous! But I think I can let go of hating (though it was never hate but

 an inclination to persevere for truth and justice, on my part!), and believe in the

 diadochokinesis of honest endearment and the reincarnate photokinesis from, and of, love!