Prakash Yardi

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Chandidas was a sprightly little boy
A little boy of eight,
Do not mistake that for his height,
For, that is what he weighed.
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Sattal stands still
Its waters deep and placid blue
Reflecting like a mirror
The azure sky anew.
...

3.

Once upon a time,
All bipeds and quadrupeds
Closed their ranks,
And decided to play pookey
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Fibi, who is an MC
Never got an undergrad degree
And therefore boasted of only a pedigree,
M for Maine, C for Coon, you see.
...

Mademoiselle Fibi Yardi

Bagheera Yardi, Esq.
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Prakash Yardi Biography

A banker by profession, lives in Mumbai; likes to read and occasionally write lyrical poems in English and Marathi. Loves to read poetry of the non-sense variety or verse that cannot get any worse.)

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Chandidas

Chandidas was a sprightly little boy
A little boy of eight,
Do not mistake that for his height,
For, that is what he weighed.

His parents thought he’s a blissful, lovely baby
As peacefully he slept at all times.
But Chandidas was thinking hard
When he lay in bed all day and night.

Chandidas had keenly observed
That some nuts grew on trees;
Coconuts, for example,
That grew on very tall trees.

Or peanuts took root in mushy soil
That small and thick plants bore.
But to Chandidas’s bewilderment,
Some nuts grew even on family trees!

Chandidas’s family tree laden with a few hard nuts
That stood on long and spindly legs,
Nuts - that no one had cracked open,
Chandidas thought, “Just as very well”.

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