What happened
at your advocate's office?
He was threatened,
when you came alive he was threatened.
He had to obey his mother.
Is that the real card?
You thwarted her.
You put yourself there not the mission.
It was all your fault,
never mind her cruelty.

Why do you allow her that?
Why does she have all the power?
You’re not being fair,
and it has never changed,
and I got no help there.
So blame it on me,
but You could’ve helped.
You could’ve done something.

Why die?
Because I’m lost him,
and I cannot live without him,
and it’s the betrayal of the universe,
the betrayal of God.
There’s a spider there.
She believes it,
does not see how inhuman she has become.

To not even allow you to embrace after all that pain,
two solid months of grief?
She kept him behind her
and even put her hand over his face
so you could not see each other
when he tried to look at you from behind her.
No one will show her cruelty to her.
We just want you to feel certain effects,
and We allow this.

Yesterday was your tragic happening,
and you did that tragically.
The list’s off the end.
I know to pleasure that,
so I know I’ve done the right thing.
There is no possibility.
There is no possibility.
There is no possibility.
He’s deleted everything
except the system delete.
Go in the freezer please.

Open your account.
You’re a fish.
You’ve got to give maybe.
He needs your care and attention.
This number’s strong.
Please try later.

This is the stage of real power.
This is the lonely winter stage.
It’s about who’s going to the stationary shop
and buying him metals and honor.
I can do that.
No, no, my hair’s growing.
Lydia
will fight me for it.
I’m not concerned with that.
I’m concerned with your future.

People this is imaginary pool.
He hasn’t told me these things in the outer world.
I look at him in spiritual vision,
and I hear him tell me things.
Lydia I think you’ve punished him for that.
You have a primitive mindset,
all of you,
and you don’t understand the power of poetry.
I have restored everything to show you.
These poems here might be valued long after you are gone.

What that boy is is a poet,
to a degree that most childs aren’t.
Here is a poem that speaks of the future.
It’s talking directly about
Sandiya taking Nithish from me,
and the way that we find peace from that,
how to do it.
It is written in poetic symbols.
You will only recognize the last line
as him talking about what’s going on today.

Read this poem and tell me
he has no future here;
this is the stupid babbling of a child;
this does not show that he has any talent whatsoever;
this is just a piece of garbage.

The argument I am having
with his mother and father
is over his future.
I can give him American citizenship,
a U.S. passport to travel the world,
a university education in America
if he so choose.
I will not shove school down his throat.

I also give to him
the status of a poet,
not his future self,
the child Nithish today.
What is a poet?
A person all honor
and hold in high esteem.
They write the culture
and give it direction and meaning.
They hold out their hand
and presidents and prime ministers kiss it.
They are the special meaning
the world awaits
with honor.

I give that to Nithish.
His parents can’t.
They are concerned with possession, rules, and school.
I have his department.
I not only know what he wants.
I can give it to him.
They know now he loves me,
wants to be with me
and has this whole time.
They punish him and punish him now
simply because he loves me.
That is not fair.
That is not right,
and I’m sorry you have to see this,
two parents doing this to their child,
from waves of jealousy
and hatred of the foreigner.
Here I am,
and here is his poem
take us to the future.

Paradise Things With Lyrics
by S. Nithish

Reach for peace,
but it’s a long jump away.
It’s One stairs.
Butterflies are our airplanes.
They’re peaceful and calm.
They can fly us to space.
From there we need to walk.

There’s a place for everybody in the world.
I did two steps:
let the Light be the guide;
my place is out of this world.
We all have something that we should pass on.
I do not have a turnoff button.

The ancient minds were better.
They left out clues for us.
They left out clues around the world.
We should always say thanks.
Stars were meant to be together.