A Fly On the Mustache
This is a childhood story
story of my teacher's face,
so prominent in my memory
his dense bushy mustache.
Story of my teacher's face
covering half of his upper lip,
his dense bushy mustache
it was black,drooping and deep.
Covering half of his upper lip
a pleasant surprise for me,
it was black,drooping and deep
nesting a fly after his cup of tea.
A pleasant surprise for me
everyday at the same time,
nesting a fly after his cup of tea
sneaking frequently in my mind.
Everyday at the same time
the fly was used to be busy,
sneaking frequently in my mind
overlooking it was not so easy.
The fly was used to be busy
my teacher never felt its presence,
overlooking it was not so easy
for me it was a disturbance.
My teacher never felt its presence
the busy fly on his mustache,
for me it was a disturbance
I wanted to give it a thrash.
The busy fly on his mustache
so prominent in my memory,
I wanted to give it a thrash
this is a childhood story.
© kashinath karmakar (8th July 2011)
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