Meloncholy In The Mystic Mood
H Harindhar Reddy
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With money and action, here lives an antagonist!
Yet why not our protagonist from East - who is a humanist,
With noble ideas - he, an eleemosynary philanthropist,
With soft corner in his heart, he, an altruist.
Tinge in the heart, on the face – a smile
With testimonials in his hands – a file
With wisdom in his profile!
Yet a sword of Damocles waited to nail.
He drank knowledge for tea and snacks
He ate vocabulary for lunch
He had idioms and expression for brunch;
Without any fault yet he packs.
With high voltage mental mill, I drill
Mystery shrouded his career still,
He knows, he is fighting a losing battle, yet he fights!
He knows verse can’t help, yet he writes!
Tears rolling down his cheeks! What a pity!
His knowledge of words is in woods as he understood,
tore apart to ape the jug-heads in action for food,
yet trashed to parrot the flibbertigibbets in the nameless city!
In his hand – a broom, in his heart of gloom
The melancholy in the mystic mood
His soul rued......
So, he hanged himself in a room.
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