We The Flocks Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

We The Flocks
Pravat Kumar Mandal

We the flocks under a shepherd
His impressive smile very hard
Pacing with an underhand rod
Finding scope to bind with a cord.

Whipping rudely with his sarcasm
Making cleverly a deep chasm
In order to keep us busy
In order to prove us crazy.

Haply he gives us some roses
With a thousand fragrant poises.
His fiery voice is like thunder
With which he hides his great blunder.

We the flocks not so glad fully
As we are not fed carefully.
The shepherd's stooges are delight
Whenev'r we are tight in his right.

December 09,2019