The variety known as miserable
Care about themselves think about their own troubles
Seen from their perspective
A little bit of hype can be effective
But what is their objective?
The miserable variety is not half so happy in heaven
Went envying me
Jealous of independence and confidence
"You die right now' for nobody cares for thee
Yes, I did see, yet didn't you see,
I felt it's so cruel
Asking death from one who can only eat gruel
My conscious clairvoyance and precognition
Could tell before the wedlock, the union
She wants it to be her dominion
It was sometime back
I never shared those details
I hid some dirty tales
When she asked me
Grinning with moving eyes backward, forwards round
She placidly said,
"Every penny he earns
On you, he burns"
From childhood, I have not been as others were
I never enjoyed hop-skip-jump that's for sure,
Being sick girl lookin' for the doctor's cure
In my adolescence couldn't satisfy my
Desire to fly
Interests hobbies passions weird desires
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?
Given just one life to face things where everyone conspires
Put me in a life of big mess
As I grew up amidst bawling and screaming
Without any play-fellow thinking
Terribly lonely I am need some solicitude against the deluge of solitude
Paternal solicitude was quite indefatigable
Father wasn't tough and able
With faith heart' blockage
Gasping for air
With whole world's a-watchin'
Peeking out and stare
His efforts nobody in the world could compare
Gave her daughter a new lease of life
When the commander, solver of every problem died
And passed away
He deserved a blast away
Mum never got tired of life
Took charge of my strife
Running to every apothecary
Without repository
Never weary
Doing rounds
Collected funds
You are the only one I admire
Our time together with my super Mum
My soul feels on fire
You are my lodestar taught me how to overcome
With a heart of a sponge sucking up pain, emotions, and feelings
Being mermaid Princess
From childhood hour
Life is not a fetid melodrama
My mind never knew trauma
No dour infliction
A joust with a flick of an upped moment
Memento mori
Be wary
Like a real Princess
I became a Warrior Princess
Without tears suffering
I suffered, suffered acutely
Without fear bore senseless, pointless suffering mutely
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery binds me still
There's a sort of worm
The most hopeful life they deform
Gnawing holes throughout them
Their vileness as through ev'ry moment they go
It merits naught they know
From the thunder and the storm
The cloud that took from
Acting like a goddess
Disguised and loving wise
To the brainless spouse
My spark inside tried to douse
Spark became a flame
Because I have just one life
Faced abandonment, desertion continual pain
My sources of survival were taken
Sorrow, grief never awaken
In loneliness poverty solitude
When darkness intrude
My mantra made hope everyday renewed
Hope didn't naively deny my problem
Truth becomes beautiful and terrible
I have just been whacked by the sturdy bloodsucker ghoul
When the imp came out chilling and killing me
It was far from love
God saw from heaven above
It was demon of the soul
" I'm afraid death takes its toll
You have no control.
My death won't save my bruvver
The wife is not much of a liver
Trying to make my body moan
Adding extra ailment
Was your enthralment
Of impalement
God's laughing in Heaven
To see my responses so good;
The Sailing Seven sage and saint
Saw the efforts to uproot
A presumed bad tooth
With off-beat ailment
The attempted impalement
With sparing wit no learning
If you want to know why
She wanted me to die
The best reasons I'll supply
It's not the same bruvver defending
" She's anxious of my health"
Otherwise, a healthy man pretending
Justified bringing my ending
My ‘coochie coochie coo’ bruvver is lost
His soul was so betossed
Transmuted as the bridge he crossed
Can only count the cost;
Against the conflagration of my life, it was our childhood journey very own "Chotobela"
It was our very own game " khela"
We ventured too far into the game of life abandoned by all
Never shuddering drinking the silence of aloneness
Childhood journey to adolescence
Which often seemed a total nonsense
He who could see ghosts in books of Stephen King he read them very zesty
Saw wisps of fog as it turned dark and misty
Was filled with tears, fear, and grief
When some shape glanced at him through the mirror brief
Hid the book behind a flower pot on the rooftop terrace
Mum found it and brought it back to the shelf with grace
At night we heard him banging his teeth with disbelief
He beheld shapes and heard creaks in his dream groaning in earnest
We laughed in jest
In his serious determination like a mighty hero flailing his arms implying muddled brain assures
In my precarious situation
" I am always there"
But now he's nowhere near
Says can't keep his promise to Father
Who was less and less unwilling
To expend his saving
For studies for cinematography
His passions for photography
Mum convinced him
To let him study lights low and dim
He will earn care and not let hard times come again
Now he enjoys life's pleasures as Mum count its many tears
While we all sorrow with the poor.
As he says can't keep his promise to Father anymore
Will look after in next life
After marrying his wife
Refused to be a part of our strife.
Uses foul and filthy words
He has broken all ties and cords
Hope relentlessly believing in the existence
Not a trivial death
Will not leave me gasping bring back my breath
Deal with the soul of evil
Aye, banish devil's from my life
Teach them how to deal with aling one
Be a righteous son
Not just be "sorry"
Because things can't be undone.
Being a beast and vermin
That to think of sets us squirmin',
Stung piercing my flesh
Spraying droplets was allowed
In pandemic three is a crowd
Life is too short you learn more
Relationship is not strong enough
I do believe I've had enough
No need to bear the rough
No need for approval to enjoy the sun
From those who carry a gun
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