and a million golden roses
belowed with triumph of golden
hills
when my great mother died
My eldest brother complained
Since he was a lifelong bachelor
lamented life was tough on him
and had to pray heavily again
Since no one often pray for him
Everybody knows death as
the final rites but mosaic family
was blessed with magic wand of
eternity.
A former landlord had counseled
Us to use her clothes for fetish push
To go from broke to riches
I declined and the ridicules
Was too much and dreary days closed
Not until the trauma closed with golden morn.
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