Poets And Pet Aversions Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

No one moods of a poet's pen knows,
Nor the book that a man whereso toes,
Nor of wife weathered for life and close—
Beware still: thorns too stay close to rose.

Pretension of poets grumpy goes,
Poetic more his pen may oft pose,
A book, though dog-eared, one little knows—
Who, traits of virtues, readily owes?

A pen if in an alien hand goes,
May return with a bent-backward nose,
The book may suffer a thousand woes,
And woman— with hundred friends and foes!
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This piece uses a nine syllabic anapaestic metre with a single rhyme throughout.
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Tongue-in-cheek |12.12.14|