HUMOUR
He is mysterious
enough
Speaks little
Thinks more
He is beyond me
But very skillful
In computer
operation
To get some of my
writings typed
I was sitting
Just adjacent to him
Looked at the right
side of the table
And found too much
of disposable cups
Which are to be used
and thrown?
But lying helpless
He kept them safe
For what purpose?
Cups seemed
protesting
Against such
sustaining
They had performed
their duties
But he did not care
their anxiety
I was surprised
Utterly surprised!
When I came to know
That he will collect
more
And on a particular
day
Of his love
anniversary
Will gift this
collection
To his love girl
I pity his beloved.
A poem by-Suhail Kakorvi
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