Oh! My dear child
Your ways are so wild
You suck my milk
And kick my breast
Oh! My dear plant
I give birth to you
But you make cracks in my heart
I think it is nature’s part
Oh! My dear eagle
You kick me with all your force
And soar high into the sky
You need to kick me to fly high
Oh! my dear human beings
He tried to serve you
But you tried to severe Him
Your ways are always cruel
But His ways are eternally Royal
You should eventually wait for His trial
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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Aw, the happy little nursing daughter is too adorably sweet! Perfect image for the initial stanza. It is a fascinating, rather intriguing piece....surely such is not truly the case...the offspring need not spurn or injure the parent to succeed...surely it is not so. And then I tread cautiously for the concluding stanza...who is the "He" referring to? If it is the Lord our maker, yes, we did only evil towards Him and yet His laying down His life and resurrecting is our salvation, though by our hands He was crucified. In that the poem makes more sense...it is all referring to that? and yet our evil against Him was is not justified nor the means we rise...it is all His goodness, mercy, righteousness...His glory....but I am only a girl, to be so boldly speaking....please forgive me if I have at all instructed.
Dear Cheeky, Who else could that HE be without Jesus, the saviour.You are more spiritual than me.You are not a girlbut an angel.I am only an ordinary man
yours JVL
Breast feeding!
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