Kipling's Path Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

A man of words, born to the
sunburned soil of Bombay,
where voices mingled in a tapestry of stories,
where empire's shadow stretched long,
and the earth carried the weight of tales untold.

He wandered through jungles of thought,
where the call of the wild met the hum of machines,
where tigers prowled in the poetry of the night,
and a mongoose whispered courage to the meek.

Colonial winds filled his sails,
a ship of contradictions bound by duty and dissent,
his pen carving truths on parchment
stained by empire's burden,
his ink both builder and breaker of bridges.

From the boy who watched the world with wide eyes,
to the man who shaped it with sharp words,
his work a mirror, reflecting hope and heartbreak,
the laughter of children, the silence of war.

And in the end, he stood,
neither saint nor sinner,
a craftsman of language,
chiseling the human condition into timeless stone.