It’s time to
launch out my boat.
Hours pass on
the shore
The season of
warmth & sweetness
Alas! It is
yet to pass.
No, mirror
like father
To show the
real face!
No, arms like
mother
To love any
ways.
I must walk
through the lane
By leaving
same pug. Marks
So my penury
to walk safe
Thorns, will
bleed my blood
That I could
not bare even
In the grave
so dark
I will
construct
Not coins and
gold and silver.
Few words to
let them learn
Humanity,
truth, silence, shame & soberness.
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