My birthday - 31st March 19….
It was 31st March, when I was born mewling and puking in a district hospital;
My mother lay in an unconscious state with doctors and nurses all around;
My father was harried and wearied;
And, my grandma and grandpa were making Loris.
When I grew five, my father whined to teach me nursery rhymes;
He got me admitted in a convent school that was one and only in the town;
Being hazy and lazy, I went to school reluctantly and uncomfortably;
Somehow, I learnt the ropes with a little hope.
Passing matriculation was a turning point in my life;
Being an accountant, my father wanted me to become a chartered accountant;
But, my destiny had stumbling blocks and tumbling rocks;
In spite of these odds, I became a man of thoughts that made me juggle like a Jongleur.
I never had love in my youth;
Probably, whom I loved didn’t love me;
Whom I didn’t love loved me;
So, love has no meanings and feelings for me.
Now, I am a quadragenarian;
But, I feel like a Vicenarian;
For me, sky is the limit;
And, I toil and soil for it.