When I was a member of teenage
Acting I was in an angry and hungry stage
With curiosity and thirst for no mere wrongs to justify
...
</>A deadly disease has infected our academic world,
Divided into lines of who have and who want to have
Between those who tell and those who ignore
Sharpening the dichotomy between builders and the built
...
Teenage
When I was a member of teenage
Acting I was in an angry and hungry stage
With curiosity and thirst for no mere wrongs to justify
I was the most inquisitive spy
In my life with impulses manifold,
And with various perspectives, I was so bold
Once a scientist, then a superstar,
Once a poet then a notorious gangster
With no perpetual philosophy of life
I lived with no deep oceans to dive
A little while I was the most virtuous sage
A bit later, I am amid monkey’s base
Not with anger but with a bit of hunger
Caught by madness and struck by youth-hood thunder
And with the joy of youthful splendor
I would all the fun plunder
When somewhere there had been an injury
My innocence was the holiest verdict of the jury
Now that my thrill to overcome such a stage
Has just escaped a mysterious cage
But the monuments of that life, myself to pacify,
Are the shrill joys of memories that I was a spy.