The first fable was hope and dreams
The second was departure
The next made me a poet
The fourth gave me traps and trials.
The fifth drama fetched me a fiery crisis
The sixth one was a combat for perfection
The seventh conceived the heaven's treasure,
The eighth turned me a flying man,
The ninth poem was when I touched the sky.
The tenth memoir was triumph,
Whatever I touched waxed into bona fide
Life is a journey, journey is poetry
A geyser of joy they say
What a delicate marvel it gave
When I was able to unravel.
So, keep going don't stop
As we are, the truly
Unsung heroes, of UTP
Scribbled by MX and VIT
Unpublished dedication
5/9/2013
Second last UTP moonlight, 1135 pm
V5-222
