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My Parents Poem
Apart from the time,
beyond the scopes,
Across the luxuries,
Without mentioning the media around me,
with neglecting the atmospheric pressure,
I make myself be able to put some light on.
I can’t optimise the importance of divinely gifted applications,
when you are in presence.
I recognize you far from myself just as the network that is trapped from far away by the innocent Cellphone.
But inversely,
I am trapped in the first glimpse of your holy appearance.
I can’t make myself forget from you,
or can’t help thinking of you.
Every spot witnesses your glory,
Everyone makes me feel as you are everything.
The air rushes to my account and awakens me to get known of your holy Spirit.
I feel Nothing Empty,
neither the vacuums nor the graveyards,
so is the haunted Mansion,
So does the Ocean utter.
Every yard and spot makes me feel you and your glory.
I asked myself some questions.
From whom is my existence?
Because of whom I live?
From Whom I get my identity?
Who are those, because of them I am free from memories?
Who are those, who take care of me and my soul?
Who are those, who are described at every moment?
Who are those who take care of me without calculation?
Who are those who gave me a loan without any interest or return for a lifelong?
Who are those, because of them I slept peacefully?