Multiplied Meal
You hadn’t known the love to grow your seed—
You’d say, you is all you need,
To multiply, multiply
and to keep multiplying
in the garden—without a weed;
without anyone guarding or guiding you
You’d say, you is all you need.
I’d known of all your disturbance—
in the natural order and hence,
I would have a meal, a meal
and to keep having
in the kitchen—the consequence;
without to keep or to kettle,
I’d feel a stint of disturbance.
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