Biography of Prakash Yardi
A banker by profession, lives in Mumbai; likes to read and occasionally write lyrical poems in English and Marathi. Loves to read poetry of the non-sense variety or verse that cannot get any worse.
Prakash Yardi Poems
Chandidas was a sprightly little boy A little boy of eight, Do not mistake that for his height, For, that is what he weighed.
Once upon a time, All bipeds and quadrupeds Closed their ranks, And decided to play pookey
Sattal Lake, Kumaon Hills
Sattal stands still Its waters deep and placid blue Reflecting like a mirror The azure sky anew.
Fibi, who is an MC Never got an undergrad degree And therefore boasted of only a pedigree, M for Maine, C for Coon, you see.
Party At 1234, Harmony Drive
Mademoiselle Fibi Yardi Bagheera Yardi, Esq.
Chandidas was a sprightly little boy
A little boy of eight,
Do not mistake that for his height,
For, that is what he weighed.
His parents thought he’s a blissful, lovely baby
As peacefully he slept at all times.
But Chandidas was thinking hard
When he lay in bed all day and night.