Isaac Maliya Poems

I took it
Bliss filled me
For its potency unquestionable
Damned never crossed over
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I am me
Take me to the land
Walk without stumble
For I am me
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Why?
The index finger
Am I not on track?
Planting seeds of posterity
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No fear
I was told
No feeble-mindedness
To look and see
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I am indebted to you
Tied to your apron strings
Like a toddler to its mother
I owe you
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Mum
You said that
Said that innocence
That innocence is here
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Words
Are colourless
Striking a cord
Of fear, hopelessness, deceit
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A land of peace is here
It is also there, everywhere
Quiet and eerie
No wails, no tears
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Experience though not to all
Remains to all ages
The best of all teachers
That hearts grow not fonder
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Should not throw back
Memories of Hotel Universo
Mouth could not utter a word
Nor could it take “comida” daily
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