Monday, March 12, 2007

Fool and Dog

Fool would drive to 37th milestone
Dog in tow, for 5am sunshow

Disembarking there he would adorn
Dog and Fool, with blindfold of wool

Both then would proceed without caution
To netherside, across black tide

Once there they would open to all
Dog his throat, Fool his coat

A minute thence would start real business
Pluck weed, pluck flower, pluck root

Till 60th minute don't rest pluck pluck all
Mmm! plenty, plenty, today's bounty

Satisfied they would play game of "Statue"
Dog "Statue!", Fool "Statue!"

Game would end on fly-past of them gnats
Relief, but belief

Business then would be to pack bags
With weed, with flower, with root

Standing there Fool would adorn
Dog and Fool, with blindfold of wool

Both then would proceed without caution
To hitherside, across black tide

Fool would drive to 38th milestone
Make U-turn, to return

At home all through remaining day
Set weed flower root, on door shower and boot

This they did till Fool's 81st year
Why? But why? They had asked Fool and Dog
I can't say, he would say
Fool with this peculiar habit

This they did till Fool's 81st year
On his deathbed, he died

Dog without pause continued these duties
Not for duty, not for respect

This Dog did till Dog's 96th year
The longest ever dog, the solemost cog

On Dog's deathbed they asked But Why?
I can't say, he said
"But atleast I learnt to drive"

2 comments:

mallemaala said...

Something about this poem is very enchanting, it tugs at you in playful banter but is directing you to something bigger,

Keep going, you have a voice that is uniquely positioned by virtue of your wit and the wise way in which you weave it into your poetry.

Teli said...

Good words.