Just like the cloud everywhere
You need not search anywhere
You need not even wait too long
To notice the village braggart
Confidential matters are nipped abruptly
As he approaches
Silent hisses and sighs
Herald his arrival
And like explanatory signpost
Introduction is unnecessary
To usher in the village braggart
He babbles and babbles
Like rain stones on metal
And produces enough chaff
Unfit for ruminants
He beats his drum anywhere and everywhere
And the brags, empty useless cans
Are lies inflated balloon
Monotonous like night and day
And repeated anywhere and everywhere
He achieves all with his mouth
Not a brick to his name
His harvest the poorest
Though he owns all in his fable
Loved by kids like their sweet
Which tingles their buds like his brags
As he beats his chest again again
The dancers mock him with their steps
(Tuesday 14th October,1997)
I left comments in 2019. Thanks for responding to some comments. I still read 'brags' in stanza 4 as a noun but don't think it is a noun. : ) bri
Bri is used here as a Noun to mean (A boast or boasting; bragging; ostentatious pretence or self-glorification. The thing which is boasted of. ▼w
Great poem! Reminded me of someone of the highest office! So well known he is, don’t even have to name! Thanks Bri for recommending the poem. Now I have another poet in the list on appreciated poets.
Dear Savita Tyagi, thanks so much. I appreciate Bri Edwards too.
This man is on about the same level as the drunkard. He leads a fantasy life, which is out of touch with reality, 'he owns all in his fable'. This sort of person is usually insecure. He talks the talk to impress. a fine poem.
I loved this poem. Thank you Bri for recommending it through your Feb showcase Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I esp. (especially) liked the first 3 stanzas! : )
Thanks Bri