Seldom does anyone know
What hurt him and how...

When the warm lights glow
His heart is taking a bow...

Find he does his shoulders low
With mass of the family love...

The father loves the family
Despite all the expectations...

All he expects is family's good
And in their happiness he smiles...

Islamic State's Big Daddy
Is dead.
He blew himself up like a coward,
When a K9 agent crept up to him.

Not really like a real daddy
He died.
The coward also blasted his own kids,
Worse than Osama, time killed him.

Similar but unidentical primers used,
To amplify the same gene
But from different organisms,
And the consequences are again
Similar but not identical.

A useful technique it is
As the genetic code
Itself is degenerate,
Meaning several different
Codons code for the same
Amino acid.

Different organisms
Are allowed this way
To have unique genetics
For highly similar proteins.

We use degenerate primers as well,
When designing is based
On protein sequences
Because of unknown
Codon sequences.

Them we may use
For resurrecting extinct animals
And play God.

It's already happening,
The beautiful Pyrenean Ibex,
Also known as the Bucardo,
Hunted down to extinction,
In past not so distant,
Was brought back to life.

The science used was biotechnology,
Degenerate primers and another
Technique known as SCNT,
Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer,
Used in synergy to bring the ibex back.

I know that you will find it hard
To excuse my busyness that day,
To forgive my sin by your heart.

I should not have forgotten it
A day I always look forward at,
A day that comes just once a year.

I shall always wish on your birthday,
As a husband only forgets it once,
As the wife's birthday is Christmas.

I hope that you enjoyed your birthday,
I am sorry for being unable to wish,
You do understand my busyness.

I was unwell,
I went to the doctor,
Now I am better.

But the doctor prescribed a surgery,
I shall go on the operation table,
Probably next year after I'll afford it.

Φ
In vivo, that matrix was the starting inverted commas,
Parents, the initial alphabets of my life,
I, the comma,
Accident, the emm dash,
My wife will be the penultimate phrase,
Children, the expected completing phrase,
Grandchildren, the probable full stop,
And Death will be the ending inverted commas.

I love my truthfulness,
None truer have I seen.

To myself, I am so true,
Never do I play with feelings.

I love my caramelized sweetness,
Like fortune cookies I've been.

To my people, I am so good,
Never they complain about my fillings.

Compelling truth of my life,
Very oftentimes, it is so lonely a scene.

The only time I remember lying,
It was that once in my childhood.

I was 3 years of age,
I peed in the balcony,
Daddy was upset with me,
He asked why I peed,
He was angrier when I replied,
Angry as it was the first time I lied.

Still he couldn't help but smile.

I said, "It wasn't me that peed,"
He retorted, "If not you then who?"
I played with that lie naughtily,
And I said, "A cow did!"
He was amazed at the innocent lie,
"And where from it climbed here?"
I prolonged the lie while I stood up in the first floor balcony
As I said pointing out towards the cattle yard with my tiny fingers,
"She came from there!"

Mummy came from behind him,
Embraced me in her arms,
Daddy was amazed at my wit,
He felt bittersweet inside of him,
And I too shall have such a sweet kid.

A people refer to Him as the Lamb of God,
Yet they don't falter while killing lambs.

How much do they respect their God?
They celebrate by eating lambs in dinner.

Such double standards?

Another people think that swine is forbidden,
They also say all animals were created by hallA.

Yet they love to **** cattle,
And eating them as well.

Such double standards?