he is neither my
child nor your inheritor.
she is not my daughter nor your dream.
so let them bleed.
devoid of any belonging.
brutalised of any emotion, that comes by
after all they are
just biological indiscretions.
that we erase in uprightness.
swathe in the vacuum of our noble.
they are as put downable as coffee table talk.
n while we twist in our monetary trapeze.
our screened happiness. we forget that we
owe it to them.
n our scarce honesty.