Have you felt it? Little foetus feeling safe and secure Sometimes agitated and fidgeting
This to be human will join the race Satisfy family-give unconditional love Obey religion-work without expectations Tolerate politics-be loyal and patriotic
I could hear the foetus now “Ma, how blissful I am in you your love and care, warmth and peace my perfect comfort zone.. ‘Trust’ must be you?”
It’s cruel to be honest, yet I did “you will be chucked out in a few moths your first betrayal, perhaps reality-Birth” In the money making marathon, life unlocks a series of betrayals Jealousy in brotherhood Treachery in friendship Expectations from sweetheart Even I will always want you to be a little more perfect Am I ‘Trust’? couldn’t be It’s probably assumption that expires virtue that is hunted Or just Kindness to be GIVEN if you could.
When the hate began subordinating, where were you? O! My clothes were on fire. When you climbed the lips, words were livid on tongue: beyond the earth and sky, water and air, fire! You stutter? Speak not truth. I don’t
Poetic misfortune, justice, and timing, at times fall flat on their faces, The beautifully cruel climate of the world, at times, Stomps on the head of logic and then turns around, Only to error on the side of tenderness, Dust
Trust, when you can Have Faith, when you realize. Not the two sides of the same coin Trust and Faith are mistakenly combined Cornering a space in every Human Two feelings are never found together. Trust is the feeling, Of