Sweet 16

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Overjoyed, anxious and scared,
They arrived one by one.
Desperate fools, in search of dreams -
Crashed into the same column.

With madness like no other,
These characters did not bother,
To be wary of the machine world,
'coz they found solace
In how nature unfurled!

Tramping elephants provided him tune,
The bastard friend of all - Arjun!
Plants and pollinators is what she'd draw,
Pretty but not smart, Aparna.
Flying with birds, swift as the cheetah,
Our food and finance manager - Arpita!
She's angry, but is happy when you say 'I believe ya'
Cool, mad and stupid Divya.
He comes out first - and when he doesn't, he cries
The smartest of smart-asses - Farai!
A scary woman, from a country red and green -
The mistress no one can argue with, Irin
A man that disturbs all with his explanations sick,
Tedious, confusing, sometimes corny, Kaushik!
At times scary, at times fun, always gracious,
One who is in love with all - Marishia.
Lovely as the Kite, as sharp as its claw,
Never failing to address a problem - sweet Rachna!
Someone bright who sees through you clear,
The elephant woman of 18' - Rhea.
Pragmatic yet happy, amongst all a hit,
Our friend, Our Cheta, Our Rohit!
From Nepal with love and chicken he greets,
A chastising friend, yet another Rohit!
Melody of the class, loves to have fun,
The purest of all - Sankarshan!
Often right but always declared so wrong,
The bhaiya ji of the town - Sarang
Short and smart but can't be trusted post Tenzel,
Loves to talk of niches - arguably Wenzel!

And an idiot who forcefully rhymes words,
Be them great or be them absurd!
A batch of raw, mad in their own terms
Separated by their identity,
United by their love for the unconcerned!

Comments

  1. Anand Kumar25 December 2018 at 04:13

    and in expressing throgh words, when evryone fails
    this idiot is good like hell.

    ReplyDelete

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