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kanav justa

Freshman - 1,032 Points (Shimla)

The Egg


Covered with a shell, as white as snow
You wonder how will be the inside
a present for the men of earth
that under its shell hide

Break it and then you will see
yellow liquid like some molten gold
cheaper than a poor man’s bread
by the merchant, it is sold

and if some case be
where you see the shell not white
Stay calm with the merchant
don’t go nuts and do not fight

that’s laid by the local hens
its for the people who are wealthy
Costlier than the regular one’s
but a bit more healthy

when you study, what’s it made of
and inside it, when you try to enter
Embraced as one, by some mysterious force
the yolk is held to its center

eat them and feel
as your bones get hard as rock
ability of only the hens
I wish if they were laid too by the cock



Behold them with your eyes
A sight that would make eyes glitter
have half a dozen a day
And forget the sorrows and the days bitter
people might question you
and ask “ what have you done '
what you ate could have been
some cock and his wife son

they will look at you like some criminal
and say you are so mean
but remember only one thing
it’s a great source of protein

Submitted: Wednesday, November 06, 2013

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,842 Points Bri Edwards (10/4/2014 9:05:00 PM)

    laughed out loud at wish if they were laid too by the cock

    gee, kanav,
    i'll send this to MyPoemList.
    yeah, i would make a few minor changes in the english, but it ain't so bad. AND those things are far outweighed by the cleverness and rhyming the poem contains.
    i found the last two stanzas especially inciteful (oops! insightful, of course! !) (incite IS a word) and clever. and the part about the yolk being held to its center.
    i was really looking to see if you had yet put your God's Kind Of Poetry on your site; i still don't see it.
    thanks for sharing. good one. :) bri (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,718 Points * Sunprincess * (1/3/2014 4:27:00 PM)

    oh kanav...i absolutely love this poem
    you have definitely written a masterpiece
    and it makes me laugh also :)
    your sense of humour is something I really
    love about you more than anything :)
    Covered with a shell, as white as snow
    You wonder how will be the inside
    a present for the men of earth
    that under its shell hide
    ....you are absolutely right..this is
    definitely a present; p
    Break it and then you will see
    yellow liquid like some molten gold
    cheaper than a poor man’s bread
    by the merchant, it is sold
    ....love your rhyming skills
    and your flow :)
    and if some case be
    where you see the shell not white
    Stay calm with the merchant
    don’t go nuts and do not fight
    ....love when you give orders :)
    that’s laid by the local hens
    its for the people who are wealthy
    Costlier than the regular one’s
    but a bit more healthy
    .....healthy I will keep that in mind: p
    when you study, what’s it made of
    and inside it, when you try to enter
    Embraced as one, by some mysterious force
    the yolk is held to its center
    .....definitely something to think about
    and a mystery as well :)
    eat them and feel
    as your bones get hard as rock
    ability of only the hens
    I wish if they were laid too by the cock
    ....yea you make laugh...I like to see
    a cock lay an egg, too: p
    Behold them with your eyes
    A sight that would make eyes glitter
    have half a dozen a day
    And forget the sorrows and the days bitter
    people might question you
    and ask “ what have you done '
    what you ate could have been
    some cock and his wife son
    ......most likely it was some cock's
    wife and son; p
    they will look at you like some criminal
    and say you are so mean
    but remember only one thing
    it’s a great source of protein
    .....going to cook some eggs now
    wish you were here to cook
    them for me :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (12/19/2013 8:08:00 AM)

    I had (just had) to read this after just eating an egg :) . It is so thoughtful and thought provoking. A rare little gem as the sunshine yolk. Loved it. Ty (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 222 Points Marie Shine (11/20/2013 12:10:00 PM)

    You inked this poem with an adorable sense of humour, Kanav! You narrate the story of 'The Egg' superbly and you know, I would love to see this delightful poem printed on Milk Cartons, so people would read it when having breakfast and feel that they had to have some eggs too! The sale of eggs would soar! You display an amazing knowledge of eggs! Cleverly inked, I so enjoyed reading this finely crafted write and I, thank you for sharing it with me, Kanav. Blessings always... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,096 Points Wahab Abdul (11/13/2013 10:56:00 PM)

    terrific poem for the theme you choose..for your observation on a thing so common so little....love it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 199 Points Kavya . (11/11/2013 1:45:00 AM)

    a v hilarious ending..........good source of knowledge of the 'egg' (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,339 Points Lyn Paul (11/9/2013 9:56:00 PM)

    Very clever and humorous too. I am curious to what made you think of The Egg. As Sunprincess said A tasty Egg poem Thank You (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 222 Points Marie Shine (11/8/2013 1:20:00 PM)

    This really is an epic write, Kanav. Everything anybody could want to know about an egg is to be found within the lines of this nicely penned write, which is inked with a divine sense of humour and wit. Good visual detail, I like the lay out of the poem and the unpretentious title also. Thank you for sharing. Blessings... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 72 Points Scotty Dogg (11/8/2013 9:54:00 AM)

    Kanav, terrific effort here. I love the innuendos flying all over the place. Good job! (Report) Reply

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