Aniruddha Pathak

(25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Oh to be hanged or hung!


Let houses, juries remain hung,
Let their horse-trading go unsung,
Plaques and pictures— let them be hung,
Diktat it is of foreign tongue
That never should a man be hung;
But if hang him we must
Should the act be as fair and just,
Let him be hanged till death,
Such is in laws of language our faith.
And blouses that fair assets house,
Are always on hangers are hung,
Whilst aircraft in hangars are housed;
Yet, if a saner soul is hung,
What’s hung has to be her portrait;
An if a man’s branded ‘well-hung’,
Well-endowed he’s in sexual gait.
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- The ways of words | 02.08.05 |

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013

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