Friday, June 17, 2011

A businessman next door

His long locks cut short,
The beard done away with,
They dressed him up,
In a formal attire,

Words censored,
Actions monitored,
They shaped him up,
Into a man formal,

He smiled,
When they grinned,
They cuffed him up,
To check his ways,

They conspired,
He stayed calm,
They resisted,
Held him down,

He tucked his shirt,
Looked into the mirror,
At the man ready now,
The man who meant only business.

3 comments:

zuby said...

aaah mera bhai sahb bangaya ..aslamsahb:P

Aryan said...

Kahan se bhule bhatke aaj yahan padhaare ho ?? Kuch likh nai raha?

zuby said...

sunbe ..humesha aata hun aur padhta hun .but haan comment nahee ka pata .kyunki kuch samjh main aata hai aur boht kuch samh nahee aata .chundru ke jaise humesha bah bah bolta rahun toh maza hi nahee aata .samjha ,har ek blog padhta hun .