Of time and the river – K.B

Of time and the river

 

 

By a sweet
River,

A little baby
Was born
In a tent.

Little did
He know
What awaits
Him
Out there.

His blue eyes
Shone like
The paradise
He came from,

His soul,
Untainted
And pure.

They say
Eyes are
The miror
Of the soul,

Well,
It’s true.

Candor,
Ingenuity,
Innocence,

Past age
Of real
Emotions
And genius,

What
Are we becoming?

Self unaware
Adults
Handicaped
By too much
Reason,

Because
It takes
The blows.

Discredited
Feelings
And emotions,
Lunatics
They say

Well,
Maybe
There’s
Thinking
To be done
When Life
Catches up,

Loss,
Mariage,
New born,

Robots
Can’t do
That.

Therefore,
Of time
And river.

The new born
Will know
Some transformation
Until he’s totally
Alienated
To himself,

Or,

He will be
Given
True happiness,

Depends
On the spoon
He is given,

Wether it
Be of silver
Or cheap
Plastic….

Liberty,
Equality,
Fraternity,

In the eyes
Of God only !

Find him !

In the beauty
Of a body,

In voluptuous
Drinks ,

In well cooked
And delicious
Food,

In the arms
Of a true
Friend,

In the eyes
Of a happy
Mother,

In the tenderness
Of a father’s embrace,

……

 

 

K.B

 

 

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