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.