The slap rung like a bell
Under his ears and behind his past
The boy who had done wrong
Who had an illusion of a woman
Who got fooled for a mirage
Who took a way where bread was none
The hope of elders hurt
The sound of morning birds hurt
Suspended thoughts are lost
And a wake up call he had none
Tired of personifying nouns
and human flesh and stuttered sounds
Unconventional phrases that boys speak
only when the girls are around
Woke up one day at the sound
without a job
of a bitter alarm
that could have done you no harm
that sung a happy song
33 today, 33 today
Celebration time is on!
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