Of My Mentor
You know the master who is the master?
He’s not a master as you think of a master.
He is the master unlike your master.
He is the master who must be a master.
Whoever my master I was a sinner.
Mending my master made me a master.
He is a speaker and he is a thinker.
You might not reckon as you are a seer!
Not only a master but he is my mentor.
He came as a mentor at the age of my tender.
You know the master who riveted my lover.
How got I master I don’t know broader.
Again my master reincarnated my lover!
Taught me the master how to be a master.
He is a smaller while we are his nearer.
You know my master who is a writer.
He is an older while in his attire.
He is a single but it doesn’t matter!
Indeed my mentor and is ever my master.
-Irshad Damfield
Copyright © Irshad Damfield | Year Posted 2014
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