Response to Lyambee Aorabee’s “Faisal”

Ra

3.
Until a god is born
in your breasts
never you call a man weak
even if his fire is not blue
or when his tongue is color hue
man is a cricket sound
buried in the belching toad
and even in a tail of a firefly
I have warned your earth
please abide by what you unearth.

5.
on a scale of rain and tears
how hard do you fall?
is it in love or in reasons beyond staying alive,
is it the death of purpose
or the wind that summarizes a day.
I am tired of praying
if God is born every time I pray
then I would own my haven
and make syllables of answered prayers
while an iota of hell lives with hurt.

Ruddapoet