Philosophy

The God’s Son

 

Ravenously life proposes the dictums of love,
What there could be without love of a lady?
and the stars foretell the white umbrella,
Beneath which the God sits in heavens,
Marking the days of the calendar when,
Beautiful ladies meet their shadows in September,
The Sun dial would report the activity,
of visible light shedding the whiteness,
on edges where the ladies’ parasol rests,
in their white slender and puny hands,
playing ghosts to the blue light arcing,
on the third district of love,
in the southern skies, God’s son drinking Bacardi,
and getting light on the emotion of love,
for he has lost his heart to a damsel,
who lives on the sunny side of heaven,
What could be the fate of God men?
who are busy fanning the love to God,
as if God’s son is the last of the lovers,
dreaming of the velvety sand besides heavens,
With her hand in the bell jar , the fairy who
stole God’s son’s heart is serving five trays,
punishment in the hell,
This could be the fate of ladies who,
swear by thundering to see the light instead.

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