Hello
Uncle
Hello
Uncle was no mean shuffler
Around
his neck, a bright red muffler,
At
the height of a thousand Mumbai summers,
He
stared long, piercing and hard at all comers!
No
doubt he was a man of great culture,
Knowledge
was carrion to this grave vulture,
His
bookshelves offered great tomes, delicious savouries,
An
upright piano, music-soothed brow tickled the ivories!
English
Lit, medical journals, medicine homeopathic
Dealing
with matters psychosomatic and psychopathic
Atop
his shelves, embryos floated in formaldehyde
That
was the scary bit, his joy and vicarious pride!
Even
the greatest from their pedestals must fall,
When
clamouring bowels give the clarion call,
Much
to the muffler-shuffler’s immense chagrin
Instead
of water, he carried a can of kerosene!
Children
ran from his lean, mean and hungry look
Not
willing to play his game by his word, code or book
They
hurried past his door, no time to ask why Hello, Uncle
They
ran hard and fast, no time to say Goodbye, Uncle!
Antonio
Nice as always :) Keep them coming!
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