I told myself:
" I need to make this man a poem. "
So here I am, reminiscing an ordinary day. . .
I was one of those,
Who do not care:
*University political parties, campaigns
And all the blabbers they make*.
Scripted promises turned
Public speaking competitions,
And yeah, i t i s h e l l !
But that day I heard a voice so deep,
E c h o i n g in space,
pounding through my brain. .
One of the clearest voices
I've ever heard, there he is
Standing for campaign.
And my wrong, he's full of vision
and selfless cause, giving my belief
a s p e c i al e x cl u si o n.
A year has passed, with ordinary days
Lurking by. .
He transferred in our block,
From there I thought:
*" I would want to know
this person more. ."*
There was no love, I'm sure.
But there is a jolt of mystery
On his face I'd die to solve.
I exerted n o e f f o r t,
but my curiosity is pulling strings,
I got to know him better.
One of the most well-rounded person
I've ever known,
Oozing with confidence
In everything he do.
His ph il o so p h i e s
deserves a trophy too!
He is someone that
I would want to be
If I were a man, that I am sure!
We competed in a class debate, I won.
And there I thought,
That my achievement is worth
a no b e l p r i c e
worth the sought.
There is no love, but there is
f or e v e r ad m i ra t i on.
To the voice which is not
just a perfect tone,
But has the best echo that deserves
a w o r l d c a l l .
There is consistency,
There is substance. .
The only thing I hope for is
May his beliefs not eat him
Coz too much meaning,
Brings sadness on his face.
A face which looks like
He discovered a problem
O u t o f w a y s,
Like cancer on its very last stage.
His wits are too powerful,
I see it killing his happiness.
So I wish him the same things I wish for myself:
To think less of what others deem
as n o n s e n s e .
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I told myself:
" I need to make this man a poem. "
So here I am, reminiscing an ordinary day. . .
I was one of those,
Who do not care:
*University political parties, campaigns
And all the blabbers they make*.
Scripted promises turned
Public speaking competitions,
And yeah, i t i s h e l l !
But that day I heard a voice so deep,
E c h o i n g in space,
pounding through my brain. .
One of the clearest voices
I've ever heard, there he is
Standing for campaign.
And my wrong, he's full of vision
and selfless cause, giving my belief
a s p e c i al e x cl u si o n.
A year has passed, with ordinary days
Lurking by. .
He transferred in our block,
From there I thought:
*" I would want to know
this person more. ."*
There was no love, I'm sure.
But there is a jolt of mystery
On his face I'd die to solve.
I exerted n o e f f o r t,
but my curiosity is pulling strings,
I got to know him better.
One of the most well-rounded person
I've ever known,
Oozing with confidence
In everything he do.
His ph il o so p h i e s
deserves a trophy too!
He is someone that
I would want to be
If I were a man, that I am sure!
We competed in a class debate, I won.
And there I thought,
That my achievement is worth
a no b e l p r i c e
worth the sought.
There is no love, but there is
f or e v e r ad m i ra t i on.
To the voice which is not
just a perfect tone,
But has the best echo that deserves
a w o r l d c a l l .
There is consistency,
There is substance. .
The only thing I hope for is
May his beliefs not eat him
Coz too much meaning,
Brings sadness on his face.
A face which looks like
He discovered a problem
O u t o f w a y s,
Like cancer on its very last stage.
His wits are too powerful,
I see it killing his happiness.
So I wish him the same things I wish for myself:
To think less of what others deem
as n o n s e n s e .
This is an unpolished poem, Ill get back to this when I have more time.
This is dedicated to a not so close friend.
Who I'm speechless for. This poem is not in anyway romantic, .
He actually won the stud council elections in our college as the VP.
