Sons and fathers
I have…for long
Drowned me…in time
And the relations
Father…Son…Son…Father
A non-believer of Adam
Started from him
To Noah
And the ark
And his sons
To Peter
His son behind the bars
To Nader
His son blinded
By heated iron bar
And in between
Rumi's
Two sons
Excessive love of the first
Rebellion of the second
Both harming the father
Second when alive
First, after death
And I follow
The fathers
And sons
Father to son: "Go get a basket."
Son: "What for? "
Father: "To get rid of granny…"
Son
-back with two
Father: "Why two? "
Son: "One is reserved for you
Now I see sons making movies of dads…
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