2022

Verily, the year would come to a halt,
And a voyage of another 365 days shall begin,
As it has always been, as nature has always preceeds. 

With bunches of wishes, I dreamt,
With a lot of goals, I strived,
With little achieved, I'm not filled with contention but happiness.

Several 24 hours filled with mixed reactions,
Hours filled with estacy and joys,
Days I'm broken with worries.

New figures have appeared,
Ones who have enjoined me in friendship,
Yet, acquittance that turned sour and never saw the light of companionship.

And came Music, whose lyrics and beats blew my mind,
Football, whose tension thrilled my soul,
Novels, which broadened my comprehension.

Whatever 23 has in stock, I'm filled with hope,
Hoping my goals shall not be mere dreams, 
And the dreams shall see the light of success.

My Fear

There are days when I tried hard,

the thoughts of failing left my soul jarred,

sometimes I had a good day, at times my struggles were left marred.

Hidden in my struggles is despair,

yet my mind still strive to always prepare,

because one wrong step might lead me to err.

Those who can help, needs help,

those who should give a leaning shoulder, needs a shoulder to cry on,

those who should serve as a guardian, needs to be guided.

Verily, I'm a man on my own accord,

and failure is one my heart abhorred,

the fright is my strength, so my passion for success soared.

Dear Corona

Dear deadly Corona,
Save my Fiona,
Let her name be freed from the coroner.

Our dreams are young,
Our ages are young,
Don't let us die young.

You are a pandemic,
With rage of pandemonium,
Don't treat us as a pandemain.

Wash your hand we say,
Keep the virus at bay,
Should I let the water running?, Nay.

Believe in the guidelines,
Lines by Lines,
And you shall have no timeline.

Oh Dear Creator,
Protect us from this corona detonator,
As our names are protected from the Coroner's disseminator.