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Manna Jun 2020
the boy wanted to serve;
the king
who is capable
to guide alone.
he is too sure,
this is why;
he is born.
so he put
all his effort
to get enrolled
in the processes,
that could take him closer
to his goal.

on the way to palace,
he met a fellow,
looks so noble,
member of an academy,
wearing a dress
so long
and so white,
like an angel
to follow.

hello;
the boy said,
hello! child,
the fellow replied.
oh! so divine,
so caring,
that's the man,
i must follow
the boy thought
in his mind.

child, you look like
lost;
how can i help?
the fellow added.
the boy thought,
I got the light.
so, the boy bursted,
can you show the way
to the palace?
the fellow seemed
so touched,
and he started crying
O my king! O my king!
and started praising king,
and got lost in describing
the beauty of the palace.
the boy, felt blessed,
oh! i am in right hand.
my dream coming true.

so the boy;
followed the fellow.
serve him,
please him,
and the fellow says,
king likes that
king loves that
the boy becomes
more dedicated to.
years passed,
and years.
the boy see,
many other fellows,
many other boys;
who follow.
and rules of that
and rules of this
which are so customary
make no sense,
and
no where the palace,
no where the peace;
they described so boldly.

one day the boy
listened to his heart
and asked the fellow,
have you ever
seen the palace?
the fellow said, no.
how you are so sure
this is the path
to the palace?
the fellow said,
when i was a boy,
i followed a fellow,
he taught me
what to do.
the boy added,
how could that fellow
know that?
the fellow said,
his fellow taught
him that.
and so on..
the fellow started,
the story of a tree
and its branches.
the boy just stood up
and faced the fellow
into his eyes
and asked so boldly,
and you think
none are fallible?
yes we are,
but we are agent,
agent of the king.
so confident
sounded the fellow.

now the boy exclaimed,
how you know that?
the fellow seemed calm
and quoted from a fellow
who was on top branch
of the tree,
"you are the agent of the king who
follow me"
the boy now understood
and laughed
now the fellow is surprised
the fellow said, what?

the boy is taking off
the long gown
and murmuring to himself,
you are not agent,
you are regent.
you think king is absent,
bound by the laws,
you think,
king is incapable,
his guide is not complete,
he can not guide alone
without  you.
you think,
you are the one
upholding him.

and then finally said to the fellow,
surely you will
follow the dead,
and his fallible carriers,
and their twisted stories,
and serve a regent,
to be a regent.

i am to serve the king
who needs no regent
to guide,
he is not absent,
while just unseen.
i will only follow
the infallible,
the alive.
Manna Jun 2020
i do not need
a picture
or a souvenir
or a special day
to make you special.

you are alive in me
whatever i accept or deny.

you are my buddy
and the worst bully.

you still poke me
now just
i am not angry.
and i will
never be again.
you bet!

last time,
i poked you,
i just made it worse,
only that regret
but you know this game.

trust me,
i miss nothing,
just to
poke you back
once more
and
when the fight
is done,
i know you will
and
i'm waiting for that
with my all
just to be once more
in your arms.

sincerely,
your vulnerable one.
Manna Jun 2020
the other day,
if you can't see,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you can't hear,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you can't talk and taste,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you can't smell anymore,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you are paralysed and numb,
still it's you.

Who are you?

if you think,
you can escape,
muting this body,
then go try it,
there will be;
the other day.

i know a boy,
who tend to tour alone,
the strangest places,
stay among the strangest ones.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to face.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, the most unknown one.

i know a boy,
who tend to tour alone,
the darkest places,
stay among the fearing ones.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to learn.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, the darkest one.

i know a boy,
who tend to let go,
the dearest ones,
the most useful ones.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to accept.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, true faces come out.

i know a boy,
who tend to give away,
the hardest achievements,
the longest gains.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to remind.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, nothing belongs to me.

i know a boy,
who tend to start again,
from the very zero,
without any hands to help.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, that's the truth
i asked, what truth?
he replied, the other day, none belongs to me.
every other day is new,
and i can't escape.

— The End —