It is weird
a man well reared
having a beard
made an attempt
and tried to pre-empt
with an assumption
they have a valuation
that is how it turned
lay there spurned
finally got burnt
Round and round goes the clock.
It is a rotation of its little hands.
Round and round goes the earth.
It is a revolution on its own axis.
Round and round goes the Man.
It is a movement to circulate physically.
Round and round he craves in.
It is a motion to spread slander.
The clock shows time in precision.
Enacting day and night in decision.
The earth extends to life a bounty
Enlivening men and animals to a dainty.
Man breeds enmity in a concealed security.
He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.
Killing one another is his discreet strategy.
Annihilating the existence in totality.
It was a harsh rub,
A brush on the wrong side,
A bruise to the heart,
A hurt to the ego,
Killing to the core quoth she.
It was a rough trial,
An attempt to deface,
A conspiracy to efface,
A bash on the face,
Well,it is their nature,
Made of such stuff abrasive,
Ever ready to be incisive,
Always intending to be reprehensive,
Assaulting to the depth,said I
It is an affectation very likely,
Presenting a broad smile outward,
It is fever and fret inward,
Casting a distraught onward,
Directing an onslaught absolute,said I.
Well it is their way of doing,
Beat them with a wordy sway,
Slash them back as you may,
Retort and rebuff at a bay,
Shrug them off with repulsive strain,said I
Born out of a wedlock prime,
The mother stern and sincere,
The father wise and revered,
You a child of meritorious steer,
March ahead ignoring their lowly deride,said I