have no mother
no father
none
but You
O blue bodied One
i know
it is You
that turns food
into precious offering
to feed me
i know
You understand
when i am yet to realize
what it is
that I need
they worship You
Kindest One
and ask You
for favours
won’t they look
won’t they see
what you give them
without their asking
can’t they recall
the venom
coursing through Your veins
the stuff You took in
to save them all
they worship You
they call You God
O Life itself..
it’s hard
hard to understand
or comprehend
how and why
they call You for a reason
when You are
Unconditional Love itself
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