They Could Not Well Describe Him

He’s had his share of ‘Life not fair’,
Wore amour, lost some, learnt, won more,
From candle to lantern to lamp,
He’s been buried a seed before,
But he sprung higher.

He’s sometimes lost in who he is,
Science breed, talented in art,
One face, but life is in phases,
A blank book with blurry chapters.
He alone can tell.

You have an idea, not enough,
Want to know more? Do not bother.
For his fierce knights protects no queen,
There’s a reason his ‘khards’ are wild,
He bleeds. He’s savage.

Tomide Abdul