Oh! Such is the maze between See and Saw
Life around ‘seeing’ is just a Seesaw
I said to her “See you soon”
And she heard me say, “See you Swoon”
Snapping all ties, said she - “I’ll see you” and bolted
I thought she was inside, but she actually ‘bolted’
At last I looked at the Sea and found ‘her’
And, again the see-saw began yonder.
I asked her, “Are you coming? ”
She again fretted and misunderstood…
Leaving me spellbound in a daze
She was quickly lost in the maze…
After a while, I met her again at the beach
And said, “How are you chum? ”
She flared and thought I was so ‘crass’
And promised to be out of my reach.
She was ‘coming’ when I was ‘going’
That was the irony of fate, I fear
She would ‘sit’ when I would ‘stand’
Her ‘lying’ – to me was not fair!
Is it just a cliché to say ‘See you again’?
Or has it a meaning in this busy game?
She sashayed into the Sea I waited in vain
A ‘game’ was she, but not my dame.
Rubbing my eyes, I woke up to see
If all this was a dream for me
‘SEE YOU’ has lost its meaning – I whine
In this virtual world of yours and mine.
So my friends I won’t mess it up again
I am doused in brine and not in wine
On that beach I will ‘stand’ my ground
Looking there to ‘SEE YOU SOON, around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem