Memoirs
Memoirs
I’m not borne with a lily liver
From vitriol I don’t quiver.
I lived mundane Life in sate
My Heart, not in ire or hate
I grew up a cool and coy boy
But one not anybody’s toy
None would defile or relief
The tenets of my divine belief.
I thrived in difficult times
Mustering Nursery Rhymes
I immersed myself in school
Wishing never to be a fool.
I’ve hearkened to the Sky-
To honour He I always try.
Whenever I see His light
I never take to fuming flight.
Now, I cannot cry or grieve
With a happy family I live
Right Direction to Life I point
Their Future will not disappoint.
Now, I’m a happy bastard
Art of poetry who mastered!!
To be true and not pretend
Makes my heart to contend.
Though Relic on a bust shelf-
I love, I Respect Myself.....
Beginning of any knowledge
Smallness is to acknowledge!
JM smallness
23rd Oct’ 2013
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