A banker by profession, lives in Mumbai; likes to read and occasionally write lyrical poems in English and Marathi. Loves to read poetry of the non-sense variety or verse that cannot get any worse.
Chandidas was a sprightly little boy
A little boy of eight,
Do not mistake that for his height,
For, that is what he weighed.
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Sattal stands still
Its waters deep and placid blue
Reflecting like a mirror
The azure sky anew.
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Once upon a time,
All bipeds and quadrupeds
Closed their ranks,
And decided to play pookey
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Fibi, who is an MC
Never got an undergrad degree
And therefore boasted of only a pedigree,
M for Maine, C for Coon, you see.
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