When I Come Home

            My dear Mom and Sister,
            How can I choose one among you?
            Had this been my prophecy,
            Forgive me my Lord,
            I failed your task.
            If you were here,
            You too would have changed.

            The ambient sound of rocks and grasses,
            On your laps they grow.
            Among those terrain they fight,
            Of blood,water and sharks.
            Where will I sleep?
            When I come home after my evening game.

            I love you Mom,
            I love you Sis.

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