A thousand words won't be enough.
A thousand letters fall short.
Bounded by the jaws of guilt
Bounded by the claws of repentance
I most atone for my sins.
I most clear this cub webbs in my cupboard.
So I write this letter.
So I send this message.
Of a repentant heart.
Of a repentant servant.
Having jollied with silken girls.
Having danced with fair maidens.
Having partied with so called friends .
Having partied with realistic frenemies.
Upon being blinded by fake gold
Upon being sold to bold pride.
I am left penniless like the nomad slaves.
I am left powerless like Babylon to persia.
Reason stroke like lightning.
Rather I perish in time, I better of a servant in my own father's house.
So I journeyed from Rome.
So I returned to the land of my birth.
I was shocked to have been missed.
I was shocked to have been exalted as a warrior from battle.
Thus this self-rejected stone became the chief corner stone
Thus,I am called "The Prodigal Son".
In the mid of the spiritual souls
Sits like an angel my beautiful dad
Having people all over to extol
Celebrating his bday, he's so glad
While devouring the divine amirdam
While relishing the delectable songs
He does reminisce his fav payasam
And recalls the time we jollied along
Arises he from his virtuous chair
To run into us to share sweets, bouquet
"Hey Kannan, Only blessings you can share"
his fellow angels stealthily say
On glimpsing him caressing my head
I shouted " Happy Birthday Appa" from bed
May 27 2022
When zephyr kisses the tired face
Peeping out from the car window
Reminisces my mind the quaint place
Where we were catching dragonflies
Flying swiftly around the meadows
When zephyr kisses the boring face
Reminisces my mind the quaint place
Where I was treated like a little princess
Where I embraced the selfless caressing
Where I was allowed to meander everywhere
When zephyr kisses the perplexed face
Reminisces my mind the pleasant song
Which was composed when we were young
That spread positive vibes, made us strong
Solaced the weeping souls when we jollied along
When Zephyr kisses the exhausted face
It just reminds me of those beautiful days
And accords the same enthusiastic memories
That not only makes me yearn those glorious days
But also relish the present moment
Jolly and kind teacher
jollied the students to have
joy from the simplest things
just by spreading kindness
joining hands with each one
jibbing bad things like greed,
jealousy and anger
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