Up and down the streets out there,
My wonder would be hot affair.
"No man behoved brute so tight.
Curse worse less, a beastly bite."
Said they, he
failed.
Pray trust me for what I say,
Down there does the treasure lay.
"Everything's clear, black and white
Hail thy lord, who gave us light."
Said they, he
failed.
Uff! I wander wrestle rue,
That I am wrong, could be true.
"Fool is he who works all night,
Folly fizz to prove his might".
Said they, he
failed.
Seldom need me courier then,
Sing a song of merry when.
Cease not, shall I, ebb inspite,
Until I get the tower right.
Said he, they failed.
Ramkumar aka Freak aka Circuit Mandaiya, Barnabas Gavin Cangan (this name was designed for only for one
person who is designed to design) and Sridhar
had hours and hours of discussion about some war which happened somewhere in
the middle of the tenth standard history book I hoped. Well, I tried hard to
either contribute something (which never happened) or desperately change the
topic (which they never allowed to happen). Finally one fine day I was handed
over a sheet of paper on which Ram had written something with his beautiful handwriting:
p . That is the lone inspiration for this post and yes, the conversations are not boring anymore. The link below would let you have a taste of it. And yes, you would like to
give the poem another read after that.
