Con Artist Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

Con Artist[Humour]

He ignores every command and phone call
And that happens with me and not with all
Despite knowing computer technicalities
He shows ever foreign to him are these
My computer knowledge so poor that he laughs
Laughs and pretends masterly as if he coughs
In order to only tease for fun's sake he cheats
Enjoys when someone his head beats
To me he appears frightened, though never
When staves off work I assign and become lurcher
He looks as if of what work was given he is innocent
In his sleeves he laughs taking me simply ignorant
I am sure not to harm but for amusement he does so
How can a tree help if unwanted sprouts on it grow
Tricking has become his habit and routine
Rather addiction, whatever may be scene
One aspect to be noted that he is highly introvert
Wears new but never tells when he bought the shirt
So many tumble over his style of smiling and keeping mum
The heart letter is read in the eyes but in the eyes of some
I must ask Tauseef who is close and his bosom friend
Surely his second self I am aware knows his every trend
'O! Friend Tauseef I seek your opinion about him
Because what is happening and described, is grim'
Hasitantly I asked, 'Can I use for him term Con Artist'?
Silence- obscurity- upon reply thickened layer of mist

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