The Revival

Come such times in thy life,

When you know not and care not,

What are you destined to do,

This particular hour you live.

I face the same dilemma,

Seated here in some damp dingy classroom,

With a lean prof-like structure,

Doing opera and doing summersaults.

I wonder which reactions went wrong and rose he.

I wonder which evil powers brought me here.

I wonder if the matrix would ever set me free.

I wonder what more to wonder about.

Thus this earth-shaking thought I get,

To permute and combine words,

In a way that I could revive,

My hoary dying beloved blog.

Long and hard had I searched,

For an inspiration to write.

The drive comes this day,

Thanks to this heartless* beast.

Winds blow, lightening strike,

Skies light up, fairies dance.

From the ashes rises a Veda,

People curse and the narcissist laughs!

* The beast gave me a B in BTP and a C in MTP.