Bronze Star - 2,107 Points (29-06-1976 / Guskara-Burdwan)

Foppish Pavilion - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Subho, Subhom, Deb, Debanjon
Nikita, Rikita, Bobita, Sunita;
The list like a rail line
Will go ahead and run fine.
They`re like-minded at least in one matter,
All are Facebook fans and 'what`s up chatter'.
Wizard gadgets, glittering nuggets and nippy races
Throb their hearts; they strut ahead in rapid paces.
They grow too many friends in a lightening flash;
Mutual friends, group friends; often flings in a teenage rush.
Saucy pokes, juicy jokes and poster glamor flood their wall.
In frantic fragments tittle true comes up their funny tattle.
Images of hunk bikes and posh cars and stuffs like gaudy jerks
Possess them like evil phantoms and lead them to many quirks.
They see the world through the panorama window of the small attic
Only the next door neighbor remains as alien as an ancient Gothic.
They swim and swim in the make-believe pool
Even if the Earth goes to hell there they are cool.
Look, Subho, Subhom and Bobita, Sunita
Fiddle with their chic cells as if they`ll bring out a young Santa.
Some old calves prance as it were they are in ecstatic trance
In pseudoland along with many phoney colts and sportive fawns.

Topic(s) of this poem: irony

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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