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 “
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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 “