Forsooth, a roller-coaster day at hard,
With all his might, Zeus had played,
As pearls of drops crashed apart,
In fierce rage on hills they laid.
I wobbled on the streets in woe,
Run for my bread.. Run for fame,
Who is a friend ? Who is a foe ?
In quest of truth and holy flame.
Nay, 'tis not a life but a WAR,
Ay, with self and every dominant voice,
Alas ! Caught a glimpse not so far,
Of a retarded skull in great rejoice.
His wrenched nerves were in glee,
As oblivious as a mystic infant,
My petty spirit drowned in life's sea,
His dogged dazzle won over my rant.
Bravo ! His smiles didn't falter in weary weather,
Making me thus live anew : in a world with 'salt and pepper'