Misplaced Spoons Poem by Monita Soni

Misplaced Spoons



He was suave
He was smooth
He held his audience captive
With the mike

At home he was aloof
Calculating, cool
Ready to strike when you
least expected

He wooed me with sweet words
and dressed up salads
I fell flat like a fool
In a clown's hat

He tightened the noose
Then blamed me for
all his failures

His missing spoons
and stolen parfums

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vidyadhar Durgekar 15 March 2008

good discourse..........

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Monita Soni

Monita Soni

Chandigarh, India
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