BIRTH OF HEROES.

The sun is still over the hills
The winds whisper as a piper,
The tempest rises as a hammer over a nail,
All creatures are in anticipation.
A lovely lily sprouts.
A pretty but mighty sword is forged,
Its destiny, loneliness, it is to dodge.
At the touch of water, its hisses like kisses never cease.
An invaluable pearl that makes hearts pound has been found,
As he gives his first roar,
Fourteen muscles are set to row.
All marvel at the sight.

It is right to share in our delight.
We are tight as a knot,
Celebrating our winning bout.
Three hundred plus sixty-five days added to our years.
May our days never see tears

DEDICATED TO ALL MAY BORNS
#MAYBORNSROCK

*on the eve of my birthday*

AFTER MY LAST PAPER :)

You see them running here and there, immediately after hours of serious thinking, 
all summing up to the end of ;
4 years of delightful suffering,
4 years of reasonable bondage,
4 years of unbearable tolerance.
Everything seems to me like just yesterday. The only joy I have now is the power of reminiscence.
Right from the day I appended my signature through to this very hour has been full of  memorable memories. 
The friends I made, decisions I took, the high times and the low times, the periods of love and the moments of heartbreaks are all but memories to cherish.
Now the only thing I have in focus is the hope of a bright future, and with Christ, this is but an assurance.
As sand runs through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

AFTER MY LAST PAPER.