The way he talks,
the manner he walks,
a straightforward foible
comparable to a rubble.
From early twenties
to the recent seventy
he behaves strange
assumes himself to be a sage.
That is his procedure,
governed by integers
the accounting practice
commensurate with his tactics
Call him what you want
his writing is of a font
one of a slant almost a crawl
while his speech is a drawl.
Cacophony is a sound
beyond the bound
such that the voice cracks
an echo of the duck’s quack.
I can go on without a stop
decide to put a full stop
the protagonist is an evil character
a macabre and a detractor.
Meenas Poems 