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Monday, June 22, 2009
Random
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Monday, June 15, 2009
The Miracle Boy
Foreword: This is the long-promised poem to Deshraj, for Deshraj. For the boy who’s indispensable, to a lot of people who matter to me, including yours truly.
He walked with a stride,
He laughed like a child,
His words were mild,
He had nothing to hide.
He loved all abound;
Was loved by all around,
Around him was found
Silence amidst sound.
He transformed tears
Into smiling faces
He hid his fears
In unknown places.
Black he wore, yet he shone
Style came from sources unknown!
He played all day,
Yet was no dull Jack
He was ready to help
Before you could ask
Always full of vim
Always radiating
Anyone around him
Would need no gearing.
His smile would enchant
Spirits that didn’t flex
His eyes so elegant
Could do a hex.
He’s a friend with all
Never misses a call
He’s never too far,
Of all he’s a part.