born again
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My mom told me,

dad was a first born.

First born and lovers

always go away…

I travelled to far-flung

lands, never staying

more than a year or so.

It gutted me to explain

everything; the father…

the lover and everything

in between, but then

I remember, I’m a first-born,

and moved away.

16 thoughts on “First-born”

    1. Thanks Dracula, I’m a first born too, hence the saying :). How are you doing, must be very cold at your place?

      1. Here too it’s very cold 🥶. I hope your comfortable, you changed your room if I remember!

    1. I’m glad John you liked it, your comment reminded me of W.B Yeat’s widening gyre… concentricity and furthering out…

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