Stolid my Middle Name

Defying all odds, I birth
cocking a snook at science, I breath
evolve, grow, morph, and transform
forgetting all pain, facing all trials and tribulations
I stumble, tumble, fumble but, never grumble

Some call me lame, some think I’m easy game
there are those who name me challenged
hurl invectives, throw me words I dare not say
I care two hoots about these naysayers
the rocks they throw turn me rock solid

Stoical to the core, ever ready to soar
jauntily I stride, eyes eyeing the bull’s eye
live and let live my lodestar, my calling cards
I laugh, I cry, I smile; I hope, wish, dream and aspire
I chase the morning rays, make love to the nightly skies

I ain’t a child of a lessor God
I am God’s child__no more, no less
I ain’t any lessor for I have one hand, one leg less
I have what many don’t have
I have a heart even though it has a hole
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Neel Anil Panicker

Neel Anil Panicker holds a Master's in Creative Writing and Communication from Chennai. He wears several hats and is an independent journalist, commissioned writer, communicator and published author. He has worked and written extensively for various national and international newspapers, magazines and journals, and is the author of three books. His first non-fiction book ‘English Grammar for All’ met with huge success. It was followed by 'The Taste of the Elements of Life' , a debut collection of flash fiction stories, a debut 'fictional' memoir "When Life Throws Those Curve Balls', and two novels ‘Two And A Half Murders’ and 'Love in Tihar Jail'.

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