mother chased the labour to bear me. father sat on street hustling. I knew you only my mother when I saw Earth, you nursed all! father nursed survival too!
world teared you apart, death got a chance. and you went weeping for my welfare. the worlds want me to worship him, to throw me in the air. suffer in ignorance, to die with no will. as I see this world, I see fogs covering my dreams as human. till I decide to heal me, to clear uncertainty, to drill inner peace, to make my Earth's hearth, and live after birth.


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