"cerebrated" poems
My mom told me to be a good boy,
But I am too young and naive
To do what Forbidden.
Outside the fence
I saw two mango trees
branching and blooming.
I would love them for all of my life.
Mango trees seemed to had short lifetime,
I watch my father slowly cut them down
Without any cerebrated
I watch my father cut the trees down,
The mango tree inside my house’s fence.
It grows and grows
As myself getting older
But so sadly,
I won’t see them grows anymore.
The only tree in our house,
Now then no more lively.
My father see the beauty of emptiness,
While myself love the beauty of nature.
Unfortunately, My mom didn’t tell this to father,
And we all forgotten, that we used to have mango trees.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
As I Indulge on the dulcet and balmy cookies of today,
I cerebrated and felt in a new way.
I envisioned the fetching aromas that brought me to serenity,
the halcyon days of childhood brethren teasing me.
In an evanescent manner, the felicity left.
The feelings have fallen from potent to bereft.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Son screamed
‘When will you grow up, Dad!’
Father nodded in remorse and cerebrated -
‘My heart remains young, Hallelujah!’
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC