My Son
My Son
He is like in the phase of
Enlighted
Death of all emotions
And desires
Mentally retired
We tried much to make him sane
But now it's too late
Because who are sane like
Beast usurping to possess
Power money love
And like blind fumbling true
Love discarding parent
For achieving money fame career
Let others go to hell
They are looting each other
To prove gender superior
To prove category to prove class
State and language discriminations
Rather than teaching him all this
I thought my son is in the best phase
Of unknown criteria
Why should bring him to normalacy
In a flock of abnormal?
He doesn't know whereabouts of self
I am grateful for God for sending this messenger.
On earth.