Standing on the podium of his thoughts,
Gazing into the thin air, reflecting on the happenings of his past,
Burnt are his pains, for he has faced the sizzling seasons,
He slept outside his shack, fighting the cold whistling wind,
He was bred from a slum, bathe in swamp and fed on shrubs,
He was barely of age when his sick mother slumped
and slammed her head on death's slab,
He learnt his survival skills from his drunk father
with degrading words and hot slaps,
He finally made the spotlight,
When he found himself in harmony with his emotions
on his father's old rocking chair,
He is the commander of the war of his emotions,
Dipping his sword in an ink,
Taking swings at his emotions skin till it bleeds words,
He couldn't feel the resonance of his name as he was engrossed in his world,
Till another slap on his back from his drunk father who had been calling him,
His drunk father asked why he has been ignoring him,
He responded that he was struck by the wonders of his mind.
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