An Itinerant CompanionA Poem by DayranFather
He died when I was only twelve years old, Can't say I really knew the old blighter, Said he always did his duty by us, as he knew, That meant, he sent us to school but not learning, Learn a language but don't talk back to him, Be born with a prick but don't you dare flaunt it, My father. That's the man you'll meet some day, Will claim that he travelled the entire universe, And never saw the need for school or university, That Academia is for people who don't do but teach, The cockerdoodle thing is that, I find him right sometimes, And I realize on these rare occasions, the faith that he refers, Shut the eyes and sit still and the mountain will come to Krishna, A mountain with an itinerary. An unfailing evolutionary zeal. But he's dead and reborn, probably a beagle in Galapagos, Serves him right. Learn to do it all over again, in school.
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2 Reviews Added on May 1, 2012 Last Updated on May 1, 2012 AuthorDayranMalacca, MalaysiaAbout' Akara Mudhala Ezhuththellaam Aadhi Bhagavan Mudhatre Ulaku ' Translation ..... All the World's literature, Is from the young mind of the Original Experiencer. .. more..Writing
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