May yours not be like a story of mine,
Of unkind fetishes on skeletons of time,
Pure on passion regardless the times fallen,
Deep into unending pits of sad tears sunken.

May the path of yours be free from stories gone,
Ones through speakers of motivations cry into souls,
About their successes after missteps from paths dusted,
Not more than their days of speech therapy is heard loud.

May yours be free from the bites and misfortunes,
Of laughters and smiles from faked notes of distortions,
May you free yourself from chains of friendships of various,
The cheeky, the troublesome and the gazes with ill mentions.

May you happen to be the take of future,
Inclined to the stories of good that mature.

May you be free from the troubles of us all,
And be exampled to be on own path and nurtured.

May yours not be a story like mine,
By contentment to a shine of no choice.

#23_Aug_2020