Diehards never cry: A poem 

If I lack strength and vigour, I’ll resort to rigour  I’ll be a hardy stonemason and gravedigger  I’ll build the future from the past, celebrate the dead  And let integrity blue-chip the contours of my head  A tortoise, in a dogfight, depends on its shell  There can be no bullies in a school with retribution’sContinue reading “Diehards never cry: A poem “

Ode to childhood for grown-ups: A poem 

Reflecting through the wrinkles and greying curls  and feeling the immense sadness of girls  who lost out on love. And remembering those dolls  like a remote to childhood joys; breaking an adult’s walls  Even as childhood died, and boyhood flied  there is a mind-screen that abandons life’s disguise  Digging up dressers for old clothes, toContinue reading “Ode to childhood for grown-ups: A poem “