Twelfth Man Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Twelfth Man
Neither he can bowl nor can bat,
My dear Mickey Mouse, a lovely rat,
Naught inside, cigar in lips,
Iron tail behind the hips,
Now twelfth man, looking for a hat.
(Pen picture of a Pakistani politician)
They wait patiently for their turn and some are fortunate to get some don't....10+++
I wish I could decipher the meaning of this poem. This is interesting. Nicely written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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An interesting poem shared really. Thanks for sharing....10