Monday, October 5, 2009

No one knew why father

dropped his aitches,

or why he always wore

a long face in the company

of those dandies,

who flooded the neighborhood

with their customary

cock-a-doodle-doo.

they laughed, he too kept

a smile unwithered, tiny though.

they gave us pamphlets which

tasted of cockroaches

and biscuits which

told the unheard-of lies……

still father drops his aitches.

3 comments:

Scribbler Maverick said...

so all the members of ur family like u are very poor in English..yeh?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scribbler Maverick said...

one thing more u have proved urself that u know to copy badly or imitate to use Eliot's Yeats' Easter 1916....hhahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah

Scribbler Maverick said...

one more thing too no three things really... rename the blog as PAZHAKI-PAZHAKI-