12 LIVES




To the Mother shaking head to her son's cries

watching anxiety and pains glints like fireflies

retying the knots of her blue-turned-black wrapper

as she meandered on dreams higher than skyscraper


Can you listen to this song I am about to sing?

You have 12 lives to live no matter how life stings.


To the Boy on his swing of loneliness

mending his worn out trousers of dreariness

on curvy slopes he tripped over years ago

whilst trying to lift the burden behind his ego 


Can you take your time to read whatever I write?

You have 12 lives to live no matter how life bites.


To the Girl on her pyjamas of pains

waiting to wash away the blood when it rains

the claws of predators on her silky skin

and the miseries she swept into sticky bin


Can you walk out of your hollowed lair?

12 Lives are fabricated for you, so live with care.


To the Father on his superhero expression

basking in muddy pool of depression

overdosed drugs,green bottles and flying flames

shuddering to life theories and wrying blames.


Can you perceive the scents of this words?

You have 12 strings left in your life chords.


To the blood flowing in this bleeding Pen

and the eyes trailing the loose lines like a hen

I and YOU still have creamy butters in our jars

Let's eat breads while reckoning the visible scars.


© Iamteazhy

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