Paul was born with cerebral palsy,
Deprived of blood in the womb,
And his father, also called Paul,
Acted in Starwars, in the 1977 film.
He was born in 1990, 15 January,
And is a most consistent runner,
He must get fitness from his mum,
Who was a dancer, Royal Ballet.
He races in T36 middle distances,
And at the London Paralympics,
He won one silver and one bronze,
Owning the WR for 800m and 1500.
Then in 2013 at the Worlds, Lyon,
He took a gold and a silver swiftly,
In both the 800m and in the 400m,
Where his rivals did not glance.
In 2014 at the IPC Europeans,
Which were held in Swansea,
He collected silver and bronze,
This time in the 400 and 100m.
And in 2015, Doha at the Worlds,
Paul won gold in the 800 metres,
And took silver in the 400m charge.
As the co-captain of the GB team.
I am no where I am no where, when I was happy,
I was disturbe by huge armament.
My previous era had unexplainable beauty.
Where I use to see unpolluted nature
That is created by great almighty .
Green grass, blue sky,huge mountains snowy and gray
It was very beautiful stucture.
Before this era, my place was there where ever
I wished and also cared indeed.
Now all the places are destructed by many flounders
Where shall I stay I wonder.
Where would my place in future,
As I cannot stay where there are destructor.
Who give birth to band of collaborators.
There by places for me would disappear
Though the rich countries, busy in comarission ofarms race and starwars.
While the innocent and needy falling an easy prey to quench their thirst.
So my presence is no where nither in east nor in west.
While human future getting worse
Ah, they are here, un-still
and un-relentless. They kept
whirling and glowing, with great
lushness and rhythm, offering
aroma of strange time—
into the pellucid metamorphic rock of my head,
among the fictitious thin threads
of life. Hmm, they wear
no clothes, at all, yet their sultry eyes
were cornflower blue! Taper flames dance
with my heart; my starwars stained,
darken. Oh, I should,
yes, I should perceive of
how I will be slumbering with them
when love comes in the night that never complains
…and not where these thoughts will be etched!
Hey pretty girl, it’s your choice
If you decided sitting there alone, he said
Taking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with coke
He let the smoothness of it fills his throat.
But, can’t get your eyes out of me, she said
Having a continuous puff of her cigarette
In her candle like fingers;
Well, then you can join me, if you wish?
Really?
He asked;
His face brightens,
With hope.
Why?
Having a second thought of joining me,
If you want to meet me, have a seat
I’ll give you my address, she replied.
Yes, yes I like meeting you;
As he looked at her smiling
He said, I think I’m in love with you;
You’re so beautiful, young lady.
Oh please Mr., don’t corrupt my mind, she begged
I know you already belong to someone else;
I saw how you removed your wedding ring
And slide it secretly into your pocket.
Still want my address? She asked
See that convent, opposite this bar
That’s going to be my home; I belong to the Savior
And I’m going to meet him, today.
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