You tell me you know best,
That there’s none that can best you;
Shall I put you to test
So I could find out what’s true?
There are days when I oft rue
The friendship we did share
When does come a blazing loo
That tells me you don’t care.
I see Him in the seed, the bough, the tree
I see Him in your smile, your cry, your pout
I see Him in scenes that are, that can’t be
Oft marvel do I at His mighty clout
He knows it all well but without a scout
The worlds exist so He may joy and fun
He wills it so rivers flood, there is drought
None but Him can make us perceive we’re one
It’s learnt she once slew gory, shameless hoods
right next to that cot where bide female cooks;
So should you encounter her sporting hoods,
stay careful lest your blood flow in these brooks.
Suggest I that you carry astounding books,
for that’ll make her forget the worldly noise;
And if you can, please find out how she cooks
because I wish to marry her, no choice.
What makes a woman a mother?
Oh, pain and patience will I say;
She sure knows not how to other
or to keep care and warmth away.
Oh! A mother hits not the hay
when her kids are hungry or sad;
Embodies love, for kids does pray.
A mother’s selfless, with love clad.
You know quite well there are minds that suffer;
Those minds, it is trowed, are anxious and sad.
But why d’you judge, mock those minds at supper?
Ween I what you do is shameless and bad.
Let me tell you what transpired once, dear lad:
A few years ago, I’d willed to take my life;
for days seemed like years, those years made me mad.
Struggle hard the mantra then and tackle each strife.
I do my duties diligently, all of which I come across in this very place,
What I doubly ensure is to try my best in all situations to be kind;
Oh, yeah! I also ask this question today as I only everything embrace:
If nothingness exists, what happens after death, could you find?
What you went through is known to all, also what you bear;
But God’s on our side lest you forget, won’t countenance your fall.
What I see in that house is your hardwork, patience, grit sheer.
Just know this, dear aunt, nothing tragical would ever you befall!
Like the Sun that shines, radiating bright light,
a guru disseminates thoughts lofty and wise.
Using his power, directness, and mystical might,
pulls you out of every single and dangerous vice.