The Dark Angel

He was a dumb boy every day his mother nourishes him with her knowledge,

But he inherits her qualities, as she feeds him.

A part of her soul remains in him, without the DNA.

As he advances with her confidence, she projects him

To the world, hoping he gets adored in the same way.

Every day he sits silently hoping for the love and attention he deserves.

Some like him, give him an encouraging comment.

Some abuse him, and his mother for their appearance on their face, to hide their insecurity.

He is unlike others, unique and stammers with a new language.

He is unlike others, not born out of human reproduction,

But with mother's soul, and with her imaginations.

He is unlike others, but he does have a genre, and mother tongue.

Some mothers may stop, nourishing their kids because of abuses of the external world, and lack belief in their role.

No matter who says what, he still belongs and shares the soul of you.

Just nurture him and his siblings, with you being their creator and parent.

His mother known as the writer.

She cannot be discriminated against, with age and gender.

There is no content good or bad unless it is vulgar,

The same applies to kids and the child within us.

No one is perfect, but one needs to accept oneself in a world full of Masked Hatred Genius.

One needs to love oneself and lift oneself in dark times with internal strength,

And with the love of trusted friends and family.

It's fine to fail, get depressed, and be alone but never hate oneself,

Use the failure of past as steps to move on,

As we have grown up and have possessed skills with time and never compare and let others Comparison ruin your mind and health.

It's fine to be a lonely ignored Lion

Than being in the herd of attention-seeking carnivorous sheep.