There being no answer
the ring going on for long
creates a disturbance with fear
the mind could not rest
the heart jumps out
a slight suspicion runs through
that there being a squabble
the husband who is perfect
the wife being over enthusiastic
their egos clash periodically
quarrels rise up now and then
with the man repeating the accusations
the wife repenting and crying
this being the routine so far
the call not answered
sends a chill down the spine
hope my surmise goes wrong.
Tag: Perfectionist
Birth of you keeps me wondering,
Family of you makes me thinking,
Friends of you get me embittering,
Actions of you are detesting,
Oh ! tell me why you are so infringing?
Your deeds force me to undertake a study,
Up I go with my frantic search ready,
I got a background of your family already,
No wonder you are so undisciplined and greedy,
Committing faults mightily gaudy.
The eldest of you is a school drop out,
Talks incoherently in a shrill base throat,
Clad in shabby, unkempt attire throughout,
Thinks he is a perfectionist in a float,
Vitally he is a treacherous cut throat.
The next in order is the only educated ,
Speaks in measured terms not affected,
Dresses up in impressive clothing well-managed,
Behaves with charm and grace absolutely dignified,
Truly he is an elegance finely styled.
The third of the family is an empty head,
Prattles in broken disorganised thread,
Wears the most unsuited dress code ahead,
Poses himself to be well read,
Really he is a snobbish dread.
A family so different I rarely find,
Not looks but thoughts also differ I extend,
Integrity also has a graphical bend,
The siblings move on to the end,
With their own specific blend.
(The four brothers are products of imagination.The poem refers to none dead or alive)

