Richly Drowned

by P K Padhy

Every body spoke very high of him

Some narrated

As the most distinguished,

Some compared

As tall as the ancient pipal tree.

Pearls of words rolled

As pebbles down the hill.

Words of adjectives rushed

As mad honey bees.

Hills of praises were built

And the reality stream

Dried out of shame.

The welcome speech ended

With noisy voice of winds.

He struggled with

An unbecoming smile

With his frog-like eyes.

Miserly every one clapped,

He was declared “Man of the City”.


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