Okay, don't worry... I don't expect you to know
killing all hope in a small child is not a crime,
although, the success you find in life is not real,
yet, you believe my failures stem from lack of growth.
Don't worry if you forgot who I am, brother,
only a text message on my birthday is time
never better spent for a stock broker, to feel
terrible for ruining a life is no shame.
Worry not, as always, you are like no other,
only I can't absolve you of sin, like a priest,
remember drishti dosha follows you always,
remember, you're not accountable in the least,
yes, as the first born son, your love never decays.
I know in this lifetime that you are not to blame.
Don't worry, drishti dosha concerns your fortune
only if you believe in such superstitions,
not someone of your faith should these ideas bother,
to imagine your legacy meets misfortune...
Expect no calamity befalls your family,
xenophobic strangers are no strangers but friends,
pretend no one is a stranger, no harm shall pass
endlessly down your birth line for generations,
crocodile tears you cried for our deceased father,
terrible how his father died from an abscess.
You, Publius Terentius Afer, lamely
observe the world, watching the market as it bends
under the will of unknown and unseen forces.
To know you are Abel and I, Cain, the keeper
of madness and scapegoats by the powerful few.
Kiss the cruel world goodbye, know through my veins courses
no blood in relation to our mother, sleeper
of dreams destroyed by you with callous hands once blue,
worry not, no one reads my poetry, no clue.
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