A Man Of Yesteryears

Branded as a man of yesteryears

Is ‘le petit gars’ without any fears

Called many times a stubborn man

Humiliated by his own clan.

The story began in a small town

Full of love and some funny clown

Many tried to put him down

Not knowing, one day, he will wear a crown

Path was thorny and long

Entangled into a unilingual song

Frustrated, but discouraged never

Plunged into turbulent sea forever.

Along came Aline singing a new line

Love bloomed with a passing time

The trade of law suited fine,

But wasn’t tuned in his own rhyme.

A message came from not far away land

Extending a challenging hand

Of one of the three wise men

Luring to involve millions of fan.

Feelings mixed with emotions

Led him to create new relations

In a bubbling city with expectations

It was the place for reflections.

Hurdles he knew how to cope

Walking lonely on a winding slope

In a friendly land, but strange people

It wasn’t a task completely simple.

Years passed in never ending struggle

It must have been quite a hassle

To make two solitude to mingle

Pulling apart in a bilingual jungle.

The road to destiny was full of holes

That hardly deterred his cherished goals

A stage was set for a man of golden heart

Though rough, began his chosen part

Many villains played vicious role

Determined to make him fall

Some, perhaps, used a biased poll

Not to let him stand as tall.

‘Sold out’ cry heard here and there

Led to an ugly atmosphere,

But with head held high, he stood

That made many feel very proud.

Bitterness lingered in many minds

For unfair treatment of that kind

Trust, integrity, and honesty that bind

Seemed, for a while, not intertwined

But some are above pettiness

Whose motto centered around forgiveness

They know truth demands real price

For clinging so long to such a malice.

Ups and downs became a daily chore

Wrinkled face revealed a pained core

Faded smile disappointed many more

Disheartened, quite a few were sore.

Time dragged, but not the spirit

There rose a glimpse of hope in discreet

Pledged never to undermine freedom

That certainly reflects his wisdom.

‘Mon pays’ must include all

Without creating a cultural wall

Time will tell he did not fall

By playing a sensible role.

History has its way to teach

Mere words can never reach

Depth without a good deed

Of a nation whose heart did bleed.

~Jayant~

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