Is Just Me Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Aside this beckoning face
Free from rhytides and acnes
When you see me on the way
There is nothing to be desired of me
Am not fashion freak
My neck, my wrist, single and humble
My eyes have no date with a spectacle
My legs have no date with a pair of golden shoe
My wardrobe is crowded with few
That doesn't get me confused
But when you get to know me
The me in me ought to make you proud

I say, he is an icon
One in a million
Am not trying to raise shoulder to it
I say is just me.

You may have your opinion
A mere beginning of me
You my friend my neighbour
Who may say a dirty corridor
Such tongue won't deny a heart so porous
Reborn by every passing day
A basket that doesn't retain hurtful past.
But I say, is not me
Is love that delight in me.

Ask the books, ask the pen,
Its tears will tell you of a man
Who never give them rest
But daily blows on their chest
Its tears will tell you of a folk
Who is single but not idle
A man with a busy and hungry skull

I say, he is an icon
One in a million
Am not trying to raise shoulder to it
I say is just me.

Many long to meet
The pen behind the ink
The ink behind the paper
When they find me they wonder
What manner of man am I
I say it's not me
It's my heart delight
And the voice that speak within

I say, he is an icon
One in a million
Am not trying to raise shoulder to it
I say is just me.