You were entangled
By family then friends
And now by friends and family
No broods but brood
But the teacher cares
Your group members don’t
That you are left
To know all the books
Fixation becomes hatred
Precociousness is affection
Little tricks I learnt
When I was acting
The clay promises I addressed
To the careless potter
Burdened my chest,
So, I lived by the ameeen in the mosque
If my brain could go beyond Prudhomme…
I would go beyond Broadus Browne…
Though the word was with God
How strategies overcome aspirations
