harbinger Poetry

Blows His Own Trumpet.

A vain man.

Regret what you have said in rash

not his cup of tea at all

he speaks with a shout and a dash

always his way in a call.

Goes he with a smile and tease

when he himself is to be fleeced

behaves in a manner most  egoistic

never he has shown stoic.

He is with so many defaults

harbinger of countless faults

poses himself to be  godly

a blower of his own trumpet  blows his trumpet.sadly..

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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