Two Different Poems!!!!
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Oh dear, my love is NOT like a red, red rose,
No dear, I cannot bear the tantrum that she throws.
With a thousand thorns wedged inside my undead heart,
In another man’s arm, off she departs.
Without a care or a goddamn concern,
For my colgate-white fangs and my face that glistens in sun.
Nor does she care for my super speed,
As she discovered that Rupert Sanders is all she needs.
My, my, what use is this beauty?
With no one to ogle my pale skin and whistle a flutie.
Oh Jacob, why did I fight with you?!!
For a thing so frail and ephemeral as dew.
Ah! She smells finger lickin’ good,
Ah! She tastes finger lickin’ good.
Oh wasted opportunity, I must have sunk my teeth,
Into her neck and done with it.
Oh Paparazzi, go away,
Leave me alone in my gray.
Let go of me, Ms. Meyer,
This ballad wasn’t meant to foster…
Enough Edward- you have cried,
For a Bella that’s always clumsy and petrified.
GO OUT!! Explore the world!!
Thousands of sexy beauties, for you, have swooned and curled.
Damn you Bella, for your fickle taste,
And that too for a middle-aged date.
The girls await me Bella, wish me no ill,
For I would make you jealous, I definitely will…
An Eye on the Gold
{Actually, this one I wrote before the Olympics started!!! Hope you like it!!! Of course we didn’t win, but that’s an altogether different matter!!!}
The Sky is wild, all thunder and rumbling,
The Waters are turbulent, with waves crashing and tumbling.
The Mighty Sun is set to scorch and sizzle,
For the Greatest Show on Earth is bound to dazzle (everyone).
Take cue from these portent signs from the Gods,
For Zeus, Poseidon and Apollo are no mean sods.
These Olympians have a point to make,
That the Indian contingent has Gold to take…
With rekindled hope and awakened spirit,
We wait with bated breath for the Games to begin.
Never before was time so ripe,
To show the World, the Indian Might.
But the Squadron marches ahead, three-and-eighty of them all,
With burning eyes, stout posture- they stand tall,
‘Make it or break it’, this is the call,
As they have some mean competitors to fall.
Bow Low to the Indian Goddess Athena,
Epitome of courage and skill, she is known as Saina.
For Perseus, we have Vijender Singh,
He will battle his monsters inside the Ring.
Abhinav Bindra is our very own Hector,
A courtly prince and a congenial shooter.
Like Atlanta will fight Mary Kom,
Who will show her competitors the living daylights for sure.
From the television screens, we look up to you,
Behind the newspaper print, we root for you,
We indeed expect, nothing less than 83 Medals from you,
It is preordained and we know that you have that in you,
Do whatever it takes, give out everything in you,
We know that you will indeed make us proud of you,
With garlands and Open Arms we eagerly wait for you….
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