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.)
Copyright © Arjun Jangid | Year Posted 2018
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