Monday, July 21, 2014

All for a Cellphone

   
All for a Cellphone
   
There was a young man of Calcutta,
Who dropped his new phone in the gutter.
He searched in the muck for the thing that he'd lost
And found it
– but broken!  Recalling its cost,
He raged then at Fortune
– and curses did utter...

And one, who was passing, who knew him, surmised
He needed some help
– and forbearance advised.
But the one, who had "lost it", was crazed.  He attacked
The one, who'd attempted to help, and shellacked
Him with muck
– that was partly, of feces, comprised...

The moral?  Why, even in places where men
Are sociable,
ad'd'a and destiny ken,                  \1
The winds of our times could be blowing
– and so
You never can tell when a gasket might blow.
No use, in appealing to sense or to zen...
   
2014 July 21st, Mon.

Brooklyn, New York
    
1. ad'd'a = a casual gathering to chat and discuss everything under the sun, beloved of Bengalis, especially the men
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