Ere I learnt computing,
The art of which I got by practice,
Self -taught and inclined.
I scribbled my notes in papers,
Some , out of profusely diffused
sentiments, more were to record
My gratitude to my Venerable Muse.
For some quite pretty time, recent,
My deft strokes on key board
Continue ,write, write on, ceaseless,
For writing is my creatively immersed
passion, my forte and gamut of
extended strength dovetailed
by Divine Aura.
I keep writing, some are bemused.
A few amused, more to criticize,
There are still to parody and
Partake of some silly pleasures.
Beyond my window, sky pours,
Stars descend thwarting inward
Gloom, ensconce me for the rest
Of my life, my Being, existence.
I must write, write, till my last.
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