Sorry to say, I could not be a man
And it’s my repentance of the heart
That I could not be.
In course of time I could manage it huge wealth
Turning me into a man much moneyed and propertied
But oh, I could not be a man.
One should learn to be a man first rather than anything
And if you could not be, you are not a man.
And turned she into a dreamgirlAnd kept me on the track all the wayAnd I too became lost in the dreams of hersLeaving aside my worksSmiling far awayAnd dreaming of her.A girl gorgeous like the red roseI had never dreamt about,So fast and beautiful, lovely and fresh,So celestial and so attractively charming!
But how many can keep themselvesCool and calm?
Lonely and manless.
But the house sparrowsNeither chirping nor twittering.
With your grammarThat use you,That apply inWho are to me pokers and poachersAnd pinners,Pushers.And think they themselves pundits, pundits too not,Mahapundits,Paninis and Nesfields,Great grammarians and vyakarnacharyasBut here lie I a simple man of simple life-style,Living simply and thinking simply.And it is difficult to be a master of a languageAlways evolving, aways changing the course and…
In firm clasp,Just shake it outwardly,Nay inwardlyAs have forgotten itAll courtesies and mannersWhat it was good in them.Times have changed,Men have changedAnd so have their manners,Now people like not to mix up withRather than being private and personal.
