Tale Of Two-Legged Runner

Behind the two- legged runner

Lies an unusual tale

His mind with many a pun

His stories full of fun.

When he ran in the early morning sun

His story, in his mind usually gets done.

Then at his desk he sits

Arranges the word so that it all fits.

Everything was not about hi’story’

Some topical, some whimsical,

Some radical and some comical.

Moods of his ego tossed like the boat

And he was often sick of the sea. 

Then, words like the waves

Keeps the centeredness of the ego at bay.

With verses in his mind

And a smile on his lips

His moods became vice-versa.

Words became his best friends

With whom he engaged in

Discussion all times

Restless he was in his mind

Ceaseless he wrote, like his kind.

In writing he found some meaning

In the winters of life, other interest declining

This epitaph he wrote himself

The budding writer

Could never blossom

For the selfish life took him away

For a one to one session.