waves

To my dear,
study when u must study.
In youth, the passions are not easily ignored,
They are unbridled then
like waves

May they train you,
How you can ride the waves,

so that by the time you are in your thirties, my love,
you have learnt how to ride them.

And then just ride them,
Do.

Everything will work in your favour, because I pray
all the time.

A poem
dedicated
to my mother's prayers.

He will build you a home, mother.
He will have to build you a temple.

And you will not be reinstated there as the idol,
You are both worshippers.
In the temple, he built.

when a poem ends,
it leaves you fidgety,
around the tips of your fingers,
around the edges of your neurons.

ride that feeling,
you, fullstop