Living in a rigid society where pure bonds are not tolerated , where people are held back and ties between opposite genders are not tolerated , this poem is about how much we lose because of this orthodox form of thinking and how sometimes a bond can be of such a different aspect than the society...
The only time I use/can stand hot water is in the shower, but my grandmother has really hot water and I was doing the dishes one day at her house, and I was feeling down and gloomy.. but I didn't hold my hands in the water for that long, cause I don't like pain, but her water gets so hot it steam...
Parents arenâ€™t drudgery behind ideology of simplicity
But a unique blend of strength and virtuosity
Mother is a one who handles me smile
When stomach aches strikes
Her lullaby gives us a sleep at night
And give wings to the kiddy flight
Father is one to hold our finger ti...
I could really use a friend even if they don't know me and I don't know them just someone to help me before I lose all control.
this is I guess a free style poem written while I am at my worst withering in pain and sorrow and all because of a burrito.