Here lies the deadbody
of my son who was done
yesterday they burnt him bad
for asking more I told you sad
...
are we the left overs
all good men are over
the game is over
and there is only the cover
...
I belonged to you
said the green leaf
to the tall Oak tree
and soon the wind blew
...
Man reproduces
God reincarnates
seeds germinates
...
I loved him
but I could not see him
he is here
he is there
...
Days are racing ahead
Seconds catch up with minutes
minutes with hours
and hours rotate to a night
...
the grey locks
unlocked them
from the look of frocks
to the look of rocks
...
When I was touched
by his Silence
my eyes welled up
...