This poem is not for a fat foreign girl l met in a fair,

I fell in love and built a castle in the air.

This poem is not for a gay dancing in a bar,

who proposed me and got a five fingered scar.

This poem is not for my next door girl,

who will for her curves,get a five big star.

This poem is not for my landlord looking like a shark,

who kicked me out and made me sleep in a cat walk.

This poem is not for a friend,I pushed into the drain,

who’s gonna kill me again after reading this poem.

This poem is not for a beautiful butterfly,

I loved her more than my life and she made me die.

This poem is not for a crazy stray dog,

who bit my bum in an winter fog.

This poem is not for my old gynaecology teacher,

who screws me up with his boring lecture.

This poem is not for my brother’s ten rupee coin,

I lost the toss and washed the kitchen.

This poem is not for a pair of foul smelling shocks,

powerful than AXE as girls screamed at me, “he really rocks”,

This poem is not for the 125cc glamour bike,

my wife was on back seat and it got punctured thrice.

This poem is just for you my dear friend,

who lost 5 minutes of priceless time reading this poem !!

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    1. Thanks sir

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Manoj Kishore Nayak

Hitherto known as the "Tissue Paper Poet" and credited many a times with initiating the same genre of poetry I, contemplated of writing this blog where I could inter-alia, endeavour to write my random thoughts and publish that of others. The blog will contain subjects of myriad hues ranging from poetry & travelogues to sundry incidents. Being a 'bookaholic' I would like to tell you about the books I read and the authors I meet across the corners which will quench your thirst for literary entertainment and will impart a certain cachet to your intellectuality. Read More...
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