come on lets raise and rise
as its a skunk of expedition to climb up the kick,
through the greenclad field of miske,
the vista of beauty
is in blanket of its abyss
or is it with the whiff of wet mud?
or is it the inherent ambiance of a blooming bud?
yeh! Its the flight of a be felled,
over the moon there’s a sigh
now do we have a shoulder to cry,
let the gallant step all around to try
and if the underhanded slap on your wrist,
and if the greasing cream halts your clothes to cist,
then you’ll turn busted in tears,
or may dress down to redress your fears
at a loss for words we gear
and rebound to life with a cheer
the fruit fly flew speechless
over her forehead in distress
she was one such fatality
Mistress Maria Johny Silver
An angelic sylph,
Her glossy hair nymph,
Fairfield beautician
Who asserts helpmeets, gals through creation
And makes ladies day by beautification
The whoremonger Mr. Shone
Tries to offer her through a custard flawn
Submits as heartsick
And then turns into a bully nick
the fruit fly flew speechless
over her forehead in distress
Let me tell you bizarre
of a gal miss. Samaire
who executed menage errands
and broiled palatable viands
her consort didn’t bother
her bustling he obscured further
in a fume she was confounded
for applauding rather
disdained her half-sister
troubled her foster mother
she awaited for sanctified ways
but they were steady days
the fruit fly flew speechless
over her forehead in distress
arise as I render a senile tale
And sketch an arbor of a cold war hail
She sat with a penstock
And heard someone mock
The lines heard by her son
A prodigious poet Mr. fun
He wanted to take care of his mom
after union he was a tom
who couldn’t read those poem
her autumn of life was in solitary
one day her son would return back she hope
her solace is her only scope
she dawdled for him
till the starlight dim
the fruit fly flew speechless
over her forehead in distress
Its a storm tide of Liza DSouza
who aspired to be a stargazing actress
envisioned megahit
she dolled up in amazing outfit
she breathed down-and- out
and she turned flout
but her hope was to outwit
the fruit fly flew speechless
over her forehead in distress
finally, I deconstruct my pal’s memory lane
She spoke in vain!
as I was shut-in the pain
I steered to garnery better-half
but he never explored my laugh
doing as his folks lead was statutory
from heating food to sanitary
from watching movies to catnap
and expression to deal gap
am I abhorring my bar
don’t cuff the chain
as we want to enjoy the beauty lane
one day we would release ourselves from stockade
and would walk in the florescence of sunlit shade
which would takes us to stay in what we like
and would make us appeased charade
the fruit fly flew speaking
head about head about..
over her forehead in and out
~ Pillai Vidya Gopal (Scholar Of Dictions from K.J Somaiya )
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