Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 16,439 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

Mad: 3 - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

He was getting flushed with shame.
He was scolding all the animals
calling them uncivil and uncultured.
Then he was forcefully dressing all those
that were unknowingly going near him.

The dogs were sweating in heat
wearing the civil attire.
The cocks and hens were running to and fro
with discomfort.
Wearing the ultramodern tight British dress,
the helpless cats were mewing on the streets.

The towns-folk burst into laughter
seeing his acts.
Looking at them, he suddenly cried out in anger,
'Brethren or gentlemen, now you, yes you,
kindly start putting off all your cloths.
You have no right to be covered with this civil dress
because you have already lost that right.'

Topic(s) of this poem: satire, satire of social classes

Comments about Mad: 3 by Sayeed Abubakar

  • Hazel Durham (12/19/2012 7:29:00 AM)

    A funny tale of complete madness, I really enjoyed it! (Report) Reply

    Sayeed Abubakar (1/23/2016 11:15:00 AM)

    Ha ha, thanks. Fun of life.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2015

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