A Trick Poem by chandra thiagarajan

In the Mall, his eyes were roving
Amidst the crowd that was incessantly moving
He was searching for an attractive face
To launch his idea in his case.

Ah! There came a singular beauty
There can be none like this entity
He rushed to her and blurted
"You are charming__ I'm elated,

May I please know your good name? "
"Why do you want my name?
I wish not to spell my name
Who are you playing this game? "

" I ‘m in search of my wife, missing,
She is not to be found in the gloaming'
If I engage in a talk to a beauteous lady
She will appear from nowhere instantly! '.