Why such a big boy , now a man , carries a bag with five notebooks ?
Why does he even carry two bags daily ?
Why is it so that only you call him the whole day , while he never calls you back ?
Why is it that you wait for him , and he never attends you ?
Why is it that I(convict) am jealous ?
Are not such questions so familiar these days ? I don’t know about you people , but yes it is for me .
Now , well let this author begin to reply all of them , with a little sarcasm and bitter truth along them .
Big boy , now a man , has big brain , now and then ,
Likes to arrange things in order , like his mother arranging home in fashion .
Coming to bags , that he carries , are again in order , with a tech in one and paper in the other ,
More to just this , he flaunts his power , for people call him slim and lean that can not pick a feather .
You would always know , she calls me for you are with her 24/7 ,
You would never know when I do , for I do it late in hours , in and out of heaven .
To wait is her personal choice , to attend is my regards for her ,
To malignate is your nature and , my failure to attend is work at times and a reason to avoid retards next to her .
” He is famous , because of you , and you are pretty by birth and the place you hail from ,
I got no place , face and fame , you see ,
Hence to be jealous , is all me ” , said she .