Let it be known, let it be said
Long after I'm gone and dead;
That in my lifetime, from so far,
I reached my office in half an hour.
I lost my scarf in the whizzing ride
And yet I take it in my stride
I write forced poems and I laugh
And cheerfully script my epitaph.
*Waits for applause to die down*
Long after I'm gone and dead;
That in my lifetime, from so far,
I reached my office in half an hour.
I lost my scarf in the whizzing ride
And yet I take it in my stride
I write forced poems and I laugh
And cheerfully script my epitaph.
*Waits for applause to die down*
Comments
*Waits for applause to die down*,
From far corners of this sleepy town.
"Will rhyme for food" is a good try.
"Do tell us more", we all cry.
*Waiting for a bigger applause*
Now that's the kind of verse to perk up my day !
Long after you are gone and dead,
that rhyme as you will,
or rhyme as you won't
it is not my intention to taint,
but surely mukta shakespeare you ain't
:P
This has spawned several bards I see.
Yes Ambuj - good one! Clap Clap!
Thank you ash - the only one who appreciates my art.
Jaygee - what can i say, baba...roads were EMPTEE!
Kahini - yes, yes. that too. and you didn't need to be that brutal...:-D
Anumita - nope haven't changed residence...just got luckee
R - HMMPH! Hee hee! Okay, fine..but then shakespeare didn't rach HIS office in half an hour either. And I was writing my epitaph, not a classic. Good one though! :-)