12 february 2016
Wayward Son
Silent go the dead
on the moon,
to know the secret of its smile.
Did we know the ending of leads?
The dream within the thoughts?
Silent moves the trembling hand
to print its signature on the heart.
what is so tragic about life?
The memory of bruises or attachment?
We always talked about cleanliness
of language, of lending beauty to words,
when hate and anger brought on the
ugly nuances.
Somebody revises the text,
Tongue tastes the skin,
I start counting my failures
and my books.
Silent stands the mother
for the wayward son.
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