Looking in the mirror
I see the man I am
Not perfect but surviving
Doing everything I can
To provide for my family
Give them everything they need
Hoping with my being
That they see my tiresome deeds
I wish to put my feet up
To finish with my work
But I know my family needs me
And for that I’ll never shirk

The lake is frozen
Some of the geese are standing
Testing their webbed feet

My worst regret in life,
Which still hurts the most,
Is sending my children for further studies abroad.
They NEVER  came back,
Got married and settled there,
Leaving me bereft of their closeness,
And joy of grandchildren.
24/1/2021

I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.