"Let's go Surfing", said the Father,
on a calm Summer Sunday.
The Son turned on *Wi-fi.
Everytime, she met a new guy,
she kept a broken glass in her fist.
Conditioned her to the pain
that was to follow.
This time, she made a **Mistake.
A Muslim sat beside me, I stiffened.
A 12-hour journey later,
a Human was asleep on my shoulder.
He's the Ugly boy, the wretched child,
the Cursed Son, family's shame.
I wonder, how did an extra
chromosome earn him all that ?
He Once shared his body with Someone.
She once shared her Heart.
The old couple still argues over
which had been the bigger
One, a believer in Him.
The Other, an atheist.
Same Person, different times.
All it took was a failed
— The End —