I know a man lean and thin,
With a long pointed chin,
Lanky and awkward ,
Grey and wayward,
Very cheap but crafty,
Most cunning least hefty,
Avariciously insincere,
With Dangerous desire,
Tries to break families,
Feigns broad smiles,
Draws to court,
Every simple float,
This good Man,
Is Antony without Mark,
An unknown culprit in dark,
In Shakespeare’s drama
It is Mark Antony pro forma,
Julius Ceaser cried “You too Brutus”
Now it is , not a colossus ,
But a loud shout,
“Are you not Antony?’
The breaker of unity,
Yes ,I am,
Replies he,
I break to sustain.
I cut ties to survive,
“Who are you?” my dear Antony,
“I am a lawyer” says Antony.
“Shall I put you to him?’I ask,
Nay , not , refuses 
my friend.
So much ,so good, for all of you
For ,only ,I know a man called Antony.
(Antony is a fictitious character)
Meenas Poems 