The Bitter Thing Tastes Sweet! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I hop like a frog
and crawl like a lizard!
The cuckoo that sang long back
has now turned a buzzard!

The sky fell down.
All stars are broken.
The moon is long gone
and the crown is alone!

A sham bugle blows a little away.
The monkey won`t dance; it nods 'Nay'.
All jingles and rattles go in vain!
In a desert ever comes little rain.

Time told, I am a hero.
Later edited into a zero!
On my palm the fate line is fine.
But who knew that steps are just nine?

No need to pump up the sunk hope.
This pole binds a bull with a nice rope!
The dark room is not that bad.
It`s great to be happy when sad!