Published on: Nov 19, 2007
Type: Poetry

Whose child is that,
on this lone road amiss?

He looks like a cat
estranged from its miss!

He looks like a ghost
matching on lanes men can't!

He reads like the toast
written in haste, without a pant!

Wrong. He's a brother,
a kid with bright destiny

Thrown by his mother
to drown in a well of infinity.

Come, hug me dear child;
if nobody loves you I do, please know.

Stop crying! stop looking wild!
I'll be your Mum, and watch you grow.

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