My aunt had a liking for me
always she spoke to me in glee
once she told me of her early life
that made me shudder in disbelief.
Her mother in law was rude
her husband was a dood
if not for her mother and father
she would have died long back rather.
Once her mother in law cried hoarsely
grabbed my aunt’s newborn savagely
threatened to chop the baby
into pieces. It might sound crazy.
My aunt stood brave and undisturbed
it is this stoicism that won her accolades
she thwarted all her in . law’s schemes
with prudence which became a great redeem.
So she lived all her days
fighting and surviving in a chase
she is her twilight days
a woman who demands a praise.
The boy of long years
full of life and cheer
once very aggressive and bashful
has become now a man wonderful
solemn and gentle in tone
not because of his choice alone
turned so to adjust to his wife
who keeps him in strife
behaves with a lot of indifference
pays scant or no reverenc
belies herself in her attempts
treats all with a possible contempt
speaks loud and rude
her movements are crude
know the reason now for his change
a man I sympathise from a range
Rude is a word that sounds crude
With the sound being so bawdy
the action would be truly cloudy
hurting the person who receives it
but providing pleasure to the one that extends.
Using words wicked might be lively to some
as they feel they are up above the world
atop a prime slot perched on the heights.
The rudeness would strike them back lie a vampire
piecing them into fragments and shredding them into nothing.
Rude be you not to anyone at any time at any cost
is my humble plea to all those who read this little treaty.
Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
This entry was posted in
Actions, Default, Experience, interest., melodrama, mind, quality, reason, thoughts and tagged bids, blow., counter bids, crude, dual, flow, hides, High, kids, low, Poem, Qualities, rude, speaks, undertone on . December 14, 2012