Su-Roor Love Saga Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

King Tharoor was an arrogant king, and loved a golden sport;
And on a fateful day, as his lady love strove, sat looking at the fort.
Coterie filled the chairs round, with cheer girls nothing to hide;
Winning the auction, king dreamt to make his bride;
And truly it was a big catch, to hook the glittering show;
Wealth, women, wine and all dons above political beasts below.
Hustle and bustle of gossip brigade, with bloody jaws;
They bit, hit and curse the king and dame with their paws;
With all the force and vulgar roar, they pushed all on other;
Till the sin pot filled with rot, and nothing left to pour.
The stifling stink from the VVIP closet, blew the air;
Cried the bard, ” Dearest we are happy than there! ”

Su’s love touches the king, a wonderful lovely tame.
With seductive eyes and rosy lips, always dance the dame.
She muttered, ” the king my suitor, must be a stinging bee, ”
He desperately wins the game, to prove his love to me!
Lords, leaders, ladies and dealers, all betted glamour fines;
Ready to dropp all down, to prove my love lines;
She cozies the king: to move his passion glide;
The king towed and jumped in the forest wild,
The jump was fast; but the return faster;
Threw every thing, but not love: lost all at alter.
Well done cry Su in tears, as he muttered where he sat;
Not love, but the arrogance and past, which hit the crown fat.



FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA