An Ass In Love With Lass Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Two donkeys at a wayside met—
One, a robust looking rogue was,
No master he had had because—
To chat on life's hindrance and let,
A lean-looking bare-bone loner,
His friend came from brick-kiln owner.

The robust fellow just he-hawed,
He worried no punishing rod.
The master his friend badly treats,
Giving him pretty li'le to eat:
Though I work hard in scorching heat,
For no reasons he always beats'.

Why don't you walk away from him?
Just like me— to live your own dream.
You know, he's a pretty daughter,
He beats her as well and ill-treats,
His friend felt, there flows deep water,
What's that to do with you, dimwits?

You see, he warns her, me witness:
I'll have you married to this ass!
Man too has been this ass, no less,
Takes ills, hopes still heaven to bless,
To get in life a gorgeous lass,
But all he gets is dry grey grass!
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Humour | 06.12.04 |