My Chronicle Poem by Lakshay Gaba

A time ago when I was a lad
Era was golden and I was glad
Never bothered for day or night
Only thing I did - write & write & write
Applauded by many and criticized by much
Scripted all that used to touch
'GOD'- the gem came out as my first
Wrote a lot but failed to quinch the thirst
To be the best, even crossed the fen
With the time, recorded 70 of them
Wrote and thought and thought and wrote
Kept on running and didn't stop
I babble about everything, even the 'Gerdes'
Captured my life into the words
In the avidity to touch the sky
Unknowingly flew too high
Rose and fell and fell and rose
Never left the path I chose
Learnt to tame 'the wrath' & 'the love'
I am and vow to be the dove