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Proud is the Paternal flames but the Maternal instinct said

Poor Young One has Gone astray Never could be cast in the

Mould

The Paternal Dreams went awry the Maternal rigour and

Pride Dissuading leaving the Young One to Long At the Feet

Of All that Sustains Life

No the Son cannot but be Impertinent

So let him Rave Rant The Minstrel turns

As folks around Say into a Mendicant who is at the

Employy of Antherr Godhead

A Water Prospector

A Solar Flare

One who has caught the Sun in J It

The Mendicant has the last Chuckle


Got many Maternal Vibration filled up till the Brim with



Filial Zenith And Have Natures' Daughters to Sing

Dance and say but We Told You so

And So Now is Nopw never to wince and drum your Beat

There is But One Line of Decisiive Tendencies

Get the Primordial Chord

The Umblical Cut

At last Vasu has been Conceived

Only to be Deceased

Lived up until Sixty not quite

Premonitions Scream Not Quite Sixty

Will not Near It

Chitragupta peeredat thisDishevelled One

So have You Got Your self Innoculated

Silence Prevailed

You have been a Proflugate

So Go Back and Forth with No Way to Rest

You Cannot Live any More

But You can

Fry

Try

But Only

Once