Arjun Jangid Poet Cowboy Poetry

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.)

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