Below is the poem entitled Topsy-Turvy which was written by poet
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"I WON'T sleep this side. I'll sleep there tonight!"
Though this demand was chimed with a soft voice,
As she might have thought protection of her right
He quickly deplored it, calling it some mere noise.
I wish Proprietor served customer on the counter-
(Restaurant's fidgety Clientele as its Attendant.)
Maybe, both will learn from this strange encounter
Like a parent from the children now independent.
You would surely piety Driver when he's passenger
visibly showing that the other is not up to scratch-
Face white with fear, he trusts not this stranger
thinking he is the real cloth; the other mere patch!
Same with Cook sitting for dinner on Master's table
While regular Diner is busy serving supper dishes...
Both might learn to muster wit and not loose warble
or yearn to desist from impractical or wild wishes!
Imagine; a Boxer and his Trainer exchanging roles
in the middle of the bout..."Player, do as I do now!"
Then the Trainer knocked down will say as he falls:
"It's the spectator who can better dodge a blow!"
In Life, we muster Reality when one has grown up
while still a child, you mull that everyone's a bother
Later when you're a parent, you find empty a Cup
you treasured whilst in the hands of an elder brother!
Life' s full of rippling images and imaginations wild
with which a lot we invest to correct or effect change.
This makes us dread Fire just like a burnt child
who meets injury by exploring impossibilities strange!
Nature's the greatest Teacher at the end of the day.
Hearken therefore, to laws of creation as they call
and loathe ye re-arranging it like chess mates at play
for, Topsy Turvy won't bestow ye any piece of thrall!
17th Sept' 2013