Funny Boy

This was a poem rejected by the ‘Asia Cha’ magazine (Just trying my luck) Everyone branded him the funny boy Who perhaps only knew DIY And had no clue what so ever How to operate a drill Nor figure out which Side of the plank of wood Needed the screw And finally at the end…

Unpretty (To My Wife – Michelle)

I chose to be unpretty To be a leper than to be belonged As I carried my idiosyncrasies and inadequacies For all to see, in the nakedness Of my paltry self – the pauper in me! I chose to be unpretty To be an ember and not a jewel Yet fire kindled on my body…