To Subhashinidevi
Due to thy grand opening
Now poets are mushrooming
Till now ten poets have got
The reward after much sought
Such is thy unique entry
In NASA Contest of Poetry
But yesterday I missed thy cheering
Of the pretty poets budding
At least you congratulate
Only to encourage and motivate
For thou are the first Lady
Full of poetic melody
I want you to be hyperactive
In the group now no more passive..!!
To the Lord of Gutta
What a wonderful kid you are blessed with..!
In the Xmas month herewith
Like the other two this will too
Bring thee all joys fully true
Resembling the dad and mom purely
The neonatal has come graciously
Prosperity will be thy address
With peace and delights ace
Never will you look back
Only to scale new heights in pack
I congratulate thee my chum
On being gifted by Lord Supreme
May thy kid be an angel such
Unto mankind being munificent much..!!
Categories:
gutta, angel, appreciation, art,
Form: Couplet
There was a young man named Rajid Dutta
Who lived in the city of Calcutta
Got a flash from a girl
Who also gave a twirl
Embarrassed he fell face down in the gutta'
A grumpy old cheesmaker called Mulqueen
Was servicing his cheese making machine
He replaced some worn out bands
It fired up took off his hands
Now he's in big demand at Halloween.
Categories:
gutta, girl, halloween, humor,
Form: Limerick
Some say I talk so ignorant. naw, me
im just too real for these hypocrites
the truth will set you free and me,
im filled wit dat addictiveness
like 2nd hand smoke from cigarettes
point fingers if you want cuz 4real you
ain't gotta feel me and nevamind da law
im innocent till proven guilty
had a couple setbacks fresh off probation
not guilty is he, live by da street code never
talk to the D's. It's better to live on ya feet
then die on ya knees, niggaz bleed just like us
yeah I taught dat to my seed.
So this here is Harsh Reality, dat any livin thing
can become a homicidal casualty
so question what do we fear 1st, this recession
or being gun or knifed down by a deadly weapon
the thing about the truth is you ain't gotta like it
but you will respect it and me I am da truth
I speak it, embrace it how bout you? Don't like
my slang, hard to swallow what I done, where I
came from? But this is it, this is what freedom
taste like, what it feels like. So nevamind da hype
of how im dis & dat, dat & dis cuz imma still spitt
gutta like hallway piss
Categories:
gutta, dedicationme, me, truth,
Form: Personification