date: Tuesday, July 18, 2006 @ 10:17 pm
title: To 'Mum'
To 'Mum'
Neither your true flesh,
Neither your born son.
Yet you came and laid
Your hard hands on me.
Memories a lost,
Mostly cannot recall.
But you chose me,
Because You love Him.
Tough to choose from
Two heads with one heart.
'Noone can serve two masters,' He exclaimed.
'Either you love one or hate the other.'
My world like the pairs since initial,
Broke into two.
I left.
I came back to Home.
Home it has been to me.
A place where dreams receives.
People came and stood at Home.
Parent came and take him home.
Yet He was here all the time,
Among the hunger ones.
Living with the thirst
Well is empty as usual
'Alas!' she brawled
'Yes!' we conveyed
So she went far far away
Home she returned
Rush and storm
Violent Spirit dwelled among the upper room
Just like the Bible said
He came as promised
Gone.
So we turned beggers pleading for more.
'More!' We screamed.
'No!' She defended.
But the heart desired gave into more.
We all turn prosperous and drunk.
Like Peter who other mistaked to be stupor.
We are Peters. Drowned early dawn.
Came.
Of more and more souls.
Filling up the ground like little trees.
Waiting anxiously for the rain.
That wet us like drain.
This is her story.
Part of it I say.
