Soma Mukherjee

Frogga - Poem by Soma Mukherjee

Long long ago
In a faraway land
Lived a frog named
Mr. Stikitung Grand

Near a meander
In his little mud house
In rain you could hear him Croak,
Looking for a spouse

Rains came and went
But he never got a single mate
He tried every trick a frog could
Still no one fell for his bait

He would keep
Harnessing his vocals
Polishing his webbed digits and
Perfecting his focal

While his efforts were appreciated
And some found it cute
The girls still went out
With the true frogs, the slimy smooth

With Mr. Grand being so different
All warts and moles
Others wondered how
He would ever father tadpoles

Mr. Grand with his huge eyes
And big mouth could do very little
All these hurdles made Him
Too depressed and shittle

While there were uncertainties
Looming large on his life
Fellow amphibians were betting
On his chances of getting a wife

For termites said the caecilians
Calling others to join the hoot
For worms said salamander and
For cricket said the newt.

On the fateful day Mr. Grand got fed up
And was waiting to call it a night
When he heard a hiss
Loud enough to give him a fright

Hello said the snake why are you
In such a spiritual gloom
Come let us find out someone
Who can help you groom

Frog was surprised at snake’s kindness
And overwhelmed at his warmth
While his kinds were busy ridiculing him
Snakes words soothed him like a balm

At first he was cautious and
Kept a safe distance from the snake
But the snake kept saying he was hurt
That Mr. Grand still took his efforts as fake

I have nothing to lose thought Mr. Grand
And reached out for the help
Yum thought the snake and gulped Mr. Grand
Before he could think or yelp

Salamanders, newts, all of his fellow beings
Saw this but not a single tear was shed
Guess this comes with living a life
So cold blooded

There was a crocodile, who saw it all
Hidden behind a pier
Some say he was the only one who
Did shed some tears.

Comments about Frogga by Soma Mukherjee

  • (12/25/2011 4:47:00 AM)

    Very good fable. You are a good story teller too. (Report)Reply

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  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/26/2011 9:54:00 AM)

    The fable is a very good teacher in human life.Never trust a snake`s charm and never believe in crocodile`s tears.So goes the moral of the story.Good for all for the living.But frogs will still croak.Like they do in Bollywood with all sorts of copyright infringement from the world over..and nothing on their own.So long men do not believe in themselves, they are not men unless they are gujratis and marwaris and punjabis, parsees...with businesses and now with the dravidian souths flaunting lot of attitude of sovereignty and elite personality.I think people in a brute country like India should grow up.Exhibit your own without following others no matter if someone likes you or not.For the frog, we live alone and study hard to eat, write our own exams, born alone and die alone....then why cry for adultery....when its too much-call a froggy, pay her piggy, play her juggy for doggy and shaggy and then let the train leave with all the bogey.. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 9, 2011

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