The Triumphant Mohin

By S.M.A. Faiz*

He was neither a worrior nor a very nervous Nellie
But a song-lover football fan he used to be;
And graced with endless guitar solos
And his guitar by his bed
His life sailed in ebbs and flows
Like in his guitar the notes sped.

And on time he rose to the occasion
There being a crying need
And in great Gen Z fashion
He was bold indeed.

And to our delight the (Gen Z) Zoomers triumphed over
The wrongs of a prolonged regime
And standing in unison like the four-leaf clover
They gave an entity held in high esteem.

But a triumphant Mohin cold and lifeless
Lay nearby
And surely he stands out as distinctly timeless
With head held high;
And for you oh Mohin!
Over and over our heroes all sheen.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.