Spry Spy Is In Dry Cry Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul

For collecting information
From an enemy or competitor,
A spry spy is engaged by himself,
He observes that everything is right,
He feels that another party is
Completely fearless and courageous,
And he cannot get any wrong information,
Then he is burning in jealousy
And spreading his fire of hatred,
In his dry cry he is flamed himself,
Instead of tear, charcoal is falling down.

Spry spy is in dry cry, he in dry cry,
Shedding crocodile's tear he smiles half,
His infuriating half smile is burning,
Danger signal has frightened him,
Hiding his notes of expressive mind,
He is busy in diverting his real duty,
Expressing falsehood in impatience,
He has harassed himself in hopelessness.

He is wasting his time in jealousy and anger,
Pointing his one finger towards other,
He has pointed rest four fingers towards him,
First he should check him but he has forgotten,
He has many holes behind like a sieve
But he tells needle that it has a hole behind,
His infuriating smile is burning in shame,
But still he is shameless and roaring.

Roaring cloud does not rain at all,
Fighting goats do not thrash heads deeply,
Spry spy cries dry cry and hides soon.

© Kumarmani Mahakul,13 January 2019. All rights reserved.