[POEM] My Manhood

These days stir oops and ouch!
From failed attempts to be time's pal
To gazing stocks of task steadily piling.
There is scarcely a break in near sight

Nights' sleep seem so much luxury
Sleep-starved eyes guiding clapping palms fighting mosquitoes
At dawn, countless ideas stream unperturbed
Walking legs and working fingers, unrelenting in service.

Emancipation they christened it
Rite of passage I'd prefer it be called
A quick flash at some memories of cradle days
Dad's days then, now I savour mine - my Manhood!