An Ode to Me

 My diet, influences a nutritionist 

My cut out jeans, inspires designers 

Encroachment of balcony, draws awes from the builder

Advice to married, is now a part of book by counsellor

Kids with my upbringing, are brighter than thee

My knowledge so deep, gets teacher to the knees

The shoe-strings home budget, no economist can plan

An odd coin in beggars bowl, for my selfie clan

The home remedy prescription, saves the doctor’s fee

The tattered paint on my wall, looks like art to me

Figures of achieved mileage, makes car makers rejoice

My techie CEO friend, asks me for advice

Three potted plants in my balcony, are green brigade's dream

The batting legend on TV, to whom, directions I scream

My predictions are accurate, without a demat account

My technical tips to athletes, are reason for their crown

My insights on foreign policy, are making enemies sweat

The manoeuvres of my fictional forces, is causing defence strategist to fret

The list is unending,  I could go On and On

Multidimensional like universe, encompassing now and beyond 

I’m not boastful, not I me myself kind

I breathe amongst you, I’m a blessing to mankind


I’m not  Au Fait or conversant

You will agree with me, I’m Omniscient 

Comments

  1. Unknown9 September 2020 at 02:30

    Wah wah....true celebration of oneself...which so many of us have forgotten ....👏👏

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