You were a part, but not the whole,
Yes, I just compared you with a small mole.
Oh! I am not sorry to expose your concealed face,
You are a bonehead, if you don’t know just in case.
You show your macho-ism and think you’re so cool,
Beauty-chase is not a talent you fool.
Don’t be in dilusion, you ain’t a protagonist,
But only an aide to my life’s antagonist.
You would have patted your back and laughed at me with a nose so high,
But hey wait- with all those cheeky melodrama wasn’t that you who is a “Quack”.
Oh and I always wanted these words to tell,
My baby, please “Go to hell“…!!
-Kusum
Dreams.. Why this ?… to whom ? For What?
dreams … what happened there? why she is ?
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Just a poem. .. nothing more
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Oh.. My Great dreams.. ask her to specify Exact location and advice the Queen to understand me.. I am alone here..
Oh my dreams.. You have to be a sincere guide for my Queen to come my wineyards and let know the seeds are grown up, can harvest together …
Tell her , camelia flowers are kept it in my heart .. its only for the Queen ….
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Bravo!! This is satire at it’s best!
One witty and powerful piece of writing. Carry on, and let us have the pleasure to enjoy many more quality blogs of yours. Best wishes. 😊
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