A father born!

In the dark wet hole

under the broken wooden bridge

yelling and crying

Desolation was born!

forbidden was his birth

unnoticed was his death

remembered is his life

as a half blind kid

pursued by the beggar's red hot iron

for the over-sized tummy

from the ceaseless years feeding on invisible food

for the scars from battles outside

and the screams from the battles within

why bear pain of a sinner's pleasure?

why bear life if death's easier?

living in the streets among midnight women and wild men

learnt the feeble hand of a mother in his lonely beggining

found her...yet solace he could'nt

in the end,

what feeds a maimed soul

but hate and pain?

back to place of his cursed origin

to end it all...to die in peace

in the dark wet hole

under the broken wooden bridge

bound in a blanket

bright eyes shining

New purpose is born!

-"Willy & Sabu"