A robbed roof and a mother whose affection stood dismissed,
Yet oh bow to the arrow of my soul, why aren't you pissed?
To the spurt of love from the spring of your eyes,
What have i put forth in return, save hurt and cries?
Snatching your all including your candidature to the throne,
Something rightfully yours that rests in another's possession cause you are prone,
To the slightest attempt at maligning the honour of this ill-fated one,
Whom you chose to love in all the reverence that leaves me stunned.
Subjugated by destiny, i walk as you hold my hand,
Never have i seen your face rile up in expressing your inability in taking a stand,
Everything for a word, a symbol of love, a heart?
How do i silently behold your world that is falling apart?
Reassuringly you let your lips twitch into a smile,
Wordlessly stating you peerlessly care a pile,
My lord, you are the source of my indefinite pride,
I hope to repay your love as time strides.
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