In this adventure, the first boy i met
Is a snail, crawling without its shell
Sometimes, we do not know ourselves
Till the mirror betrays our reflections- twice
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The calendar said it's 19th April
The birthday of a blind man
Bartimaeusly sitting on the hill of his mind
Where he sees the world from a circle
Whose radius is two times the number of times
The sun goes dim in the eyes of a sojourner
It's the same day my father told me
To be a man is to carry home on your shoulders
To everywhere, even to places where existence is alien
And to tread barefooted into the night
Without loosing sight of your shadow
Poetically, he meant; 'the day you forget the son of who(m) you are, is the day you start dying'.
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Ebube
We were never made to be light
We forge them from the darkness
Forming fortress over our father's house
