That green cover was
just perfect,
for it leaves my mom glad,
her son has a roof.
My shifting, swaying roof
is loyal to me though,
with random leaks,
it lets me revel in the
blessing from the heavens,
opening me to truths,
the ones I truly belong to,
the ones which cleanse me...
It can keep me in a
happy warp for hours,
watching a ship sail out yonder,
or those two boats which always
struggle to take school kids to
tuitions and then home.
This, the time when
sunsets never charmed me,
its romance never touched me,
as I was gay with the waves
and the digital snaps of ships
I will go home n copy on paper.
Then again this shower
did make me shiver
n run home for a blanket,
a cup of tea too,
which was always kept warm
for I was loved.
But the days vanish,
into thin air, the western winds blow it,
along with the clouds, to the hills.
Beyond my reach,
yes, I dread the climb and
the heights I will reach.
For I'm a man, destined to fall;
the higher I am, the bloodier my death.
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