The Quirk
Wherever I would go out to
A workplace or the market
I must put my pen
In the shirt's breast pocket
Mostly a sparkling fountain pen
Though nobody uses them now
I have a collection of at least twenty
None I will part with, everyday I would vow
You are like your grandson
My friends would humorously point out
If someone pretends to take away his toy car
He would refuse angrily and shout
That day at about eleven
I had been to a bank branch for a fixed deposit
Would you mind giving me your pen
Showing the form I asked a friend, just to fill it
All eyebrows rose in surprise
As if I was a creature from a different planet
Never could I surmise, however,
It was because of the golden pen in the pocket
How could I tell them
It was a Parker with no ink in it
A compensatory stratagem
I would frequently repeat
I rushed out of the place
Sweating profusely till I reached home
And sometime later with a gel pen
Got engaged in the poetry syndrome
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February 9, 2018
For the Quirks - Poetry Contest
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