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Written for Round 10 of the Slam (Item ID:554585) |
| (The PROMPT is to write a poem which is an EXTENDED METAPHOR for something that you know or would like to write on.) Eel Beatrice, the light of my life, Evades my presence easily; I await her at the bus stand - But she quietly takes the cab; I sit pretty at a sidewalk cafe, While she has a tiffin-lunch in her office; I stroll outside the jeweller's shop to buy her a necklace, While she browses at the local flea-market for beads; I compose a letter and await her reply, While she has already left town and gone for a trip; I bring forth thoughts of her exquisite figure, While she has put on weight, eating cakes and buns; I ask for her hand in marriage, But her ring-finger already bears a diamond; I live and breathe hoping she'll be mine - She, heartless and slippery, just smiles languidly at me. © Dr. Taher Kagalwala, 2004 |