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Refine Brain Drain
On the edge of a day
when the sun was retreating
from the advancing army of darkness,
a boy and a woman
mounted the shore keeping vigil for the ship.
The lips of the mother were vibrating in strength.
The prayers gushing out of her mouth
were flooding the sea more and more. As if to say
the water needs no debris
of the blessings poured on the son,
it was growing steadily.
In a swift my mind went back to the faded years
when a man leaves the world of living
and cycles to the other end. The weeping lovers
will be doing the work to evoke him back. Assuming
he makes a U-turn, all tears dry up,
you will be entertained with a marathon
of heels burning with fear.
That was a chink of the condition on the shore.
A mother’s wish: her children to pierce
through the rafters of a hard world
and brace the journey to a more fertile page
where their golden pencil
will create a world of their own.
But when the legs step out
the sad heart that will miss the son would like to cage him in the ribs.
Had it not been for chaos
looming in politics,
why will a boy call home
the mouth of a snake
and tilt to a direction
that water leads to?