I have spent eternity
In a burrow, dark and deep
Like a worm beneath the soil
Averting light, stalling life
He lingers beyond the walls
With his chuckles and frowns
Like a merry little pebble
Causing ripple in the pond
His joyful hops, playful strolls
Fitful frowns, and those jitters
Rumbles through my heart like
Beats of a concurrent dream
With untethered blissful vibe
He summons my coiled spirit
Often I debate slueing like
Fervor of a worn out soul
Oddly, He prowls, into my room
Hesitant eyes, and open arms
And I humbly bow to heaven
Chanting - "ah! there's my son"
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