My son
Watches me
Without blinking his eyes
With an unconditional love
When his eyes become smaller
With a half baked smile
It is the showering
Of the blessings of God
He doesn’t know who I am
As if the God is looking at me
Saying that I don’t need to know
Who you are
Life is cruel
At some levels
Yet
In some moments
It simply makes sense
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