A time came into the father’s life;
that he hardly could arrange for his son
he only could drink the poison of poverty
and cannot share with his only son.
Rejections are the only fascinations for him,
for he dwells inside a broken roof;
and the tempest so deep and down appeared
like a fantasy for a school kid.
Meaning of a fight go divergent and
hence is lost under anonymity;
he gives up and stands again,
he moves with his feet but with broken shoes.
He tries for he’s bound to try his flags
that will create a definite thrust one day,
Morvick just analyses his brain and lungs over it;
and hopes for that father with a peg again.
He’s getting an affirmation to get so firm now,
for his struggle contains not the canons;
but his overwhelming character that will count for his
Pursuit of Happiness…
Rupésh van Morvick