The Child's Father

The overwhelming power of the senses,
Strangling in a way that’s sweet,
The unseen father  watching behind the scenes,
Enjoying his child playing with its toys still.

A dog in child’s clothing,
Clingy and needy of its master’s attentions,
With a cat’s eyes of mercy,
The father got caught in the web.

The child is the father,
The father is the child,
Usurping thrones like yin and yang,
But the father in the child was stronger.

After of eons of wrestling,
The child tricked the father,
To see the opposite shadow of his deed,
The child planted the seed in his father’s wife.

The father is virtuous but blindly fooled,
His weakness made the seed to spring out,
Drowning in his son’s pool of deception,
Made the father think the seed his own.

It was too good to be false,
Watching his ‘son’ mature,
The plant is growing taller,
The father’s son is swimming in pride.

It’s now a millennium past,
A thousand and one years,
Some traits of the plant felt inauthentic,
The father was smelling something.

‘Is this child of my own seed?’,
Father asked the son persuasively,
With eyes sharp and cold,
His head red like molten sulphur.

The son denied with all due respect,
But the eyes never lie chico,
The father rampaged out of control,
The son fearfully folded.

After a thousand and one years of wrestling,
The father saw himself dim-witted,
‘what’s the point of all this?’,
Sat down and reconciled with the son.

‘If I was only careful and present’.
My energy would rebuild the universe,
So, the father took it at heart,
To never betray his own self.