A Bobbed Girl As A Indian English Poetess Welcome, But Not An Old Poet On The Stage
They welcomed and greeted her
To the stage
As she was mod, bobbed and looking ultra-modern,
The curls were hanging over the face
And she was smiling.
But when the time came for the old and good poet,
The audience started shouting,
Even the teachers were not interested in,
They were looking the girl stealthily.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art