I know what you, you and you know…
shuffle it again, and some seeds I sow.
In thought I cough, and splash more ink,
for I know what you, you and you think.
Sometimes I seek to flatter beauty,
and love seems nothing but fun-rhymed duty,
altering the words I do, and edit many times,
make fun of others in satirical lines.
Aged and bald is my hoary head,
tossing in glory I lie on my bed.
Learned and respectable, you all accept me,
but lunatic with age I am becoming you see.
Hard I try not to fall a prey
but grey cells deplete,
it is not
in my say.
What you, you and you know,
now
I just cannot say.
And you wonder –
Did wisdom really walk your way?
Nice!
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Sushma
I have read poetry of some of your other friends....and I must say i was not at the least impressed!!!!! however....its sooooooo refreshing to read a poem thats simple and meaningful without trying to get crazy with words n without messing up other peoples heads!!! hehe....nice farahdeen!! very nice! :)
ReplyDeletevery nice. rani said it all. I really like this one and learn to dream.
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