When I End My Joke I Silently Cry
By dusk, in a city of rich desert
I started a joke to my dear Nana;
On her deep country poetic voice and heart;
On her oral peace poem as ha, ha, ha.
To her shooting stars, I say aeroplane,
To her misty dusk, I prove dusty smog,
To her smoky chimneys, I point machine,
To her dancing breeze, I light up to smoke.
When she misses her naughty village birds,
I play the song of Rihanna so loud.
When the city burns golden stars, it hurts,
For she watched the winning of moon in bout.
When the village Mom must raid her boys home,
Beggars raid the poor hearts of passers-by.
When a bunch of peaceful town folk should roam,
Thousand half-busy-bunches foul the sky.
When I end my joke, I silently cry
For Nana is dreaming amidst my joke.
And that joke makes her poetic soul so dry
For Nana is dreaming amidst my joke.
For the contest "I Started A Joke"
Dated : 29 Nov 2017
Copyright © Isor Chand | Year Posted 2017
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