Mother's Teachings

If the dead man loathe your door,
Seeking a peril as an offering from you to him,
And you hide your face behind your curtain,
Hoping his grimaces will only last a moment.
You tell yourself a sordid lie, my child!
You can't recover from your ignorance!!

Ask me my daughter,
Why you should unlock your doors,
When the moon seeks voyage from room to its stead?
Ask me again
Why my voice withers as it drops a pin?

Don't you know
The woman a mad man replays love inactions to
Is no different from the Princess who is driven in the sky
To meet the king of the Stars?
Do you think
Attire spells a different name on the chest of a love bearer?

My child,
You draw daggers in my chest,
When you look beyond a man's shoulders
Seeking what could only be met in the eye,
It hurt to see sizzling water fall like dreaded rain from your cheeks
When the last lover you admire twisted your knob
And broke it apart.

But do hearts break?

If heart do break,
You would only create me,
With the pieces you picked,
As your legs grew longer
Or doesn't the breeze tell you that as much he smiles on your skin,
He brings wroth smouldering it apart,
That same smoulder that shakes you like a palm fronds has also shaken me!!

But fear they say,
My child,
relies in a man that hides his axe in the ground so the termite won't chew his hardwork,
He doesn't remember he has laid before his adversary, a victory easily won.