The Irony of Love

My son

My own

Love is my emotion

Guiding my motion
Across the Ocean

I have to go

You don't want to let me go

I note the look in the eyes you bear

My heartaches to see you tear

I had to be daddy in the plain

But my eyes well with tears in the plane

No, don't think daddy don't love you son

Daddy knows the game will be won

Mama tells me you don't want to eat

You put me under heat

Nor watch television

Regretting  my decision

I asked, what's up?

Mommy hangs up

Mommy tells me you're distressed.

For a while I am depressed.

But we got to be strong, Son.

Believe me Son

It will be won

Life is a Protrait!

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The portrait's not only what you see.

The reality of the envied is not what you perceive.

Behind the scenes are the circumstances varied.

The envied ambitiously carried.

 

Criticize on the missing ink.

Coz it's only the missing link.

 

He strokes again and again.
While you belittle with disdain

 

Time is a Healer

Coz he's a believer

Making strides with the brush
Comments only a rush

 

Time will Tell

Ah, All is well

 

Life is a portrait

Not a dose of barbiturate

Enough of the all-knowing criticizer

Rather get wisdom from the adviser

Don't remain the beholder
Rather be the wielder