Lock Smith Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I lost the key to my suitcases lock.
Perhaps I lost the lock, had the right key.
Out went I to find a lock smith,
Who would free my clothes, to clad my nudity.
He was waiting like the Yama Deva,
Smiled at me and said come my dear brave,
He plied the lock, twisted the sprock,
And in a jiffy was broken the little pad lock.
He smiled, his eyes, they bore a tale of yore,
He freed all men from the bond of wed lock.