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FIRE

I fled from the clutch of boss
To stay clear of drop-dead day
My head was buzzy, eyes fuzzy
As if stepped on a big stingray.

They call me an angry ghost
A poltergeist of neighborhood
They are very right my wife says
You are too ill-mannered and irrecoverably rude.

I am an epitome of conflagration
and sting my son like Bumblebee
My daughter Fay in the month of May
Cudgeled me on and I took a knee.

I am spontaneous that I can say 
Like a thunderbolt on Vanderbilt
Although I am scared of a rainy day
I admit this is my only guilt.






05th May, 2018


Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/7/2018 10:59:00 AM
I suppose the title refers to a fiery character, Rajat! Nothing wrong with being spontaneous as long as one does not go too far with words or actions. I enjoyed this poem which also includes some witty images:) Regards // paul
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