A Sun full of vengeance,
A lung full of gunpowder,
...Summer's foreplay
Now jeers at this forlorn heart...
That does but vainly beat its course...
Yet
I have had visions..
Emeralds and Sapphire
That now but smart
Under the tyrant of this afternoon sky..
Can Crows be Parents?
Parents that so fondly suffer
Weeks of examinations
That graduate their children to parenthood and rebuke...
I am yet to know..
O look!
Now the unvaccined stray..
Whose throat blazes
Like a building on fire,
Confronts the lonely vendor
Who goes selling eggs
From lane to lane....
And yet I live this unknown term
Only because of my wisdom from these meagre years...
Makes it known
That Mother
And evening...
Come at the end of the day...
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