He said while on his death bed
What up to know we can't unlock
So twisted like a riddle
A Sphinx riddle
'Do good, feel me' was what we heard
His last words
Were like a voice coming from million miles away
With much struggling,
He stretched his hand and handed to us what up to now, no one quite knows what it means
Was a blank paper
But how did it fit his words? 'Do good feel me?'
And then he succumbed out of his illness
Up to then,
I'm in a a state of confusion not knowing what to say
A time I'm in a dilemma
Trying to picture and let out the true meaning of his words
Did he mean doing good would make us feel him?
His words are still a riddle
A Sphinx riddle
He to us, we said was evil
But did it mean he knew what it felt to do good?
Did it mean at some apertures, he knew the eloquence of silence without appreciating the troublesome of noise?
How could he?
'Do good, feel me' was indeed an outstanding statement
That was beyond our understanding level
Did he maybe mean to before do good, we must feel him first or
Did he mean doing good would make us feel his presence?
Did he just understand doing good was the best on earth and makes one feel calm and okay?
Oh, our father, why didn't you just let us know what you truly meant
Instead of letting our mind be troubled with what cannot be understood?
By succumbing out of your illness?
Was his words an attempt to say an apology?
Apologize of what he used to do?
Or did he mean exactly what he meant?
Was he doing good silently and pretending so that we can just take oath and judge him?
Was he that cunning to fooling us?
Or did he just mean there was a wide gateway of splendour and glamorous aspects in doing good?
All in all,
Father had just defined his terms
Who were we to intimidate and discriminate what he said?
He was with the truth if what he said, but among his words, we before we died found a motive of what it meant 'do good'
What if he meant we should do good to feel what exactly he felt when he did good?
Or supposing was he saying that because he knew he was dying and was afraid to sink in an appropriate place?
Or did he mean we should do not wrong so that we cannot feel what he was feeling by then?
Or what exactly did he emulate?
But then, I feel so less dense
I feel so calm
I feel elegant and tranquil
I feel right for the zero time
Zero because is powerful than one
We no longer feel our dad
The strength of his words runs through us
Though his eyes are closed,
His ears deaf,
His tongue mute,
His oracle glued
We still feel the power of his words through us
Though still struggle to find what he meant by 'do right feel me' but the power of his words, run through us
The passing over should feel the pressure of his words
'Do right feel me'
Closing eyes
Not breathing
Lying flat bellied
Turning stiff and cold
From heel to brow
We should feel the power of his words
'Do right feel me'
Do you feel right?
After doing good?
If so, you feel my father, and the power of his words run through you
But fools cannot apprehend
They like cowards protesting loudly like a 'raped dog'
'We don't feel right after doing good'
Touch me calmly, kiss me passionately, embrace me, I feel cold after doing right!
