Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Youth And Fashion - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Hair-stands on ends like dry log,
Oiled and coiled like a hangman’s rope.
Eyes-dry and lost; lips-ugly and scared,
Cheeks, with hot, red blisters, crowded.
Legs as weak and thin, like a sugar-cane;
And body as slim and trim like a ghost frame.
Not of silver nor of coral,
But of times, beaten laurel;
Here, is a creation in a fathomless sea;
Un-equal and rough like tapestry.
With an ugly imitation of Khans’ ugly jacket,
Preached by a sister in scantily clad gown, velvet;
Always howling on his brother for his low-down ways,
His prowling, talking, speaks of dark days.
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