I
am broke.
Me thought I
am empty,
I am broke absolutely,
Beyond redemption,
Conspiracy for
years such ,
Escaped our notice.
After
the devastation and
fury
Of Floods, streets
marooned,
The road
is calm
and
No normal traffic today.
Yonder a Parrot call
Chirping and repeating
A Voice, “peace,
peace”
A voice of
soothing and
Comfort and Confidence.
Parrot on my
Mentor’s
Shoulders chirping
again
Again, a
redoubled assurance.
Now also I
am broke,
For overwhelmed with
Divine
Intervention.
The road is
rising.
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