The visual personification of god
Love in its most genuine and natural mode
A stream of boundless compassion
This divinity is the essence of my father
Anger does whelm from his heart
It hits one’s chest like a dart
The reason though difficult to comprehend
Finally ends in an apprehension
Well this may be a routine
Yet as age does the trick
To be labeled as being sick
Now I wonder who the father is?????
But the warmth of that hug
Still imprints my mind
God bless me again
To be born to thy
1 comment:
vgp...dis is cute...u have really written well..man marks!!!!oh ya ur nt at ol concerned huh??poda ....ol d best my dear best frnd...u will rock
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