I Can'T Touch But You Can

Four and five decades ago a washerman lived in my village named Fanne handsome, amazing and funny. Month of Falgun, month of joy got more fun when Fanne put on fancy costume to make life on. Who can dare to say illiterate When my hero walked straight customer robes add his grace. New passenger train always attract The poor who never took a seat in bus My ticketless hero started trip to go on. What a trick! he used to get birth English paper under black goggles The poor left seat to his Honours. Making curls of smoke proudly Poor fellow passengers were trying to give comfort hurriedly. Pleasant journey came to an end When he reached at platform without ticket turned puzzled form. Everyone was in line with ticket to exit the platform But regret Only my Fanne without ticket. Standing T.C. seemed devil Golden gate of heaven to stop ticketless devil go into. Almost all lights of life were ready to turn off But old ticket came as hope. Fanne took it up as a chance Hurriedly measured washroom distance Where it got bath in man's pee. Pinned it in long stick of broom showering drops very funny, So he held high it away from body. Where is the ticket? asked T.C. But brave looked him without words like charming gentleman of world. What the hell ! what the hell! sounded hard again and again like the horn of the train. Accidently it dropped in my pee As a gentleman I can't touch it But you can enquire if you pleased. (Imagine you r ticket checker in train And decide he may go or stay at platform , if you read it than Reply is must.)