She was a poet hunter, Hunting in Poem Hunter.
Pretending best and better,
Woman of word and letter.
Pretending a poetess,
But writing very less.
She welcome me at first,
Enveloped me in thirst.
Through thick and thin forest,
She wanted me to test.
She then became a hen, Dragging me to den.
And then became a bitch,
As I wanted to ditch.
In very hustle-bustle,
In this increasing tousle.
I fell into a well,
And burst into a yell.
But when I opened eyes,
You can't imagine guys!
My resonating calls,
You can't imagine gals!
I actually stripped,
Stranded and slipped.
What a splendid scene!
In mosquito screne.
A lighthearted poem with a satirical touch, Nicely thought and written.10+++
Thank you so much, Nehal gi, for your nice visit and nicer comment.
I don't know whether this humorous account is based on your real life experience But this actually happened to me - -a poetic stalker following me from website to website Your poem is no fiction! a warning to all poets- beware of poetesses praising your poetry 10+
This is my revisiting to this poem. Wonderful humorous poem so nicely presented. Captivating And amusing. Interesting to read. Thanks so much.
I appreciate your revisit and nice appreciation. Thank you very much, sir.
One of the Poems which calm people down. You really are good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU ARE SIR a wonderful poet highly qualified some day may be you will teach me how to compose poetry of your quality illiteracy envelops me But hope overcomes me should I abandon @80 do tell me sms me kindly
Dear poet! Thanks for reading and appreciating. I believe upon the maxim, " Reduce the quantity and improve the quality" . Thanks again.