A writer sitting in a cafe trying to come up with a work is quite common. But let’s not talk about common things, ordinary things for some time.

Our minds are perhaps the best gift given to us for it allows us to think and do the most amazing stuffs.

Owing to our minds, each and every one of us has a flair. A speciality about ourselves. While I am awaiting for my fellow readers to share/talk about their flair with me, let me share about mine.

My Flair

I am an absolute buffoon.

Not knowing is my speciality.

I sometimes feel like December in June,

But I try to understand everything in its totality.

That is my Flair.

Knocked down several times,

Sometimes due to my lack of guard,

Sometimes due to some uncommitted crimes,

Yet none could get me disbarred,

I keep narrating my triumphs in rhymes.

That is my Flair.

I try to know things,

Unconventional or conventional are bounded by rings,

Fools who keep trying become Kings,

My Flair is my willingness to craft my own wings.

 

-That is my flair, what about you?