I Met Ratan
the other day,
he was the usual self
bubbling and cheerful
talking with a gusto
confirming with gestures
Half of his talk
I do not understand
as he converses in a triple tone
without modulations leaving
the listener in a quandary.
He speaks of his power
and stature, harps on his wealth,
builds slowly a caricature
of himself, he an investing
guru like Peter Drucker.
My eyes gets stuck
my mind travels elsewhere
wherein I see him as a nonentity
who lacks sense, who confirms
his literality.
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