TransformationA Poem by fattycbreezy52Life is unpredictable after all
What was he and what has he become?
Starting from a hay-trusser,and rising to the post of The Mayor Outer transformation cannot change the feelings Feelings are one thing which ,however,never change. He had no luxury,no castle He just had a small hut where hardly anyone could send a parcel. The only light available to him in his boyhood days was sunshine The only people he befriended was himself and his mother. But after 25 years, Destiny has brought him back on a tour A temporary tour of strolling down the streets of his childhood home The hut was not there,but its remnants still conjured up an image Of a boy fidgeting inside with his broken toy. That narrow lane evoked a lot of memories,he started counting them all The innumerable faces of the past that he continued to haul. He was by no means a rich man and had little to give But brutality took it all from him without caring if it was enough for him to live Lost his mother who was the reservoir of his life He felt like the necrotic appendage cut off with a blunt knife His life had changed,but feelings remained the same He lack the civilised hardihood,but still managed a grace He had a strong bearing with some stoutness, But his soul was of petals,delicate and frail. His life was a story,chapters chronologically misplaced
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4 Reviews Added on April 15, 2015 Last Updated on April 20, 2015 Tags: mayor, transformation, difference, years gap Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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