I wrote drivel,
spoke spiel.
I opined on societal tumult,
film, geopolitics, morality.
And I was feted, interviewed.
Cover paged in some,
centrespreaded in others.
Clueless, I mulled, 'Any basis to it at all?'
Maybe it was regardless of a basis.
Then I left these environs one day,
unsure of my talent if any,
to enter syllabi with
my progeny convinced
of my greatness.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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