Father’s Love Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Encased securely in visceral crater
Of no obvious use, to the proprietor
Universally priced, famed pearly matter
Hailed high, the bearer, smelly oyster

Hefty lofty stocky bodied
Oddly framed jumbo, the quadruped
Earns a contemptible hefty quid
For galled balled stuff, tusks carried

Who knows, of what use!
Crave, bestows psycho boost

Sprang from hearty fountains
Treasured, guarded and runs in veins
Cut open, yet, nothing on palms
That’s paternal love, sans visual lines

For its authentic worth
Would paternal love be bid in mart?