(Encounter with the Witch)
Oho you think it is easy to pen a poem with humour
Oho you think it is easy at this dark hour?
Oho you think it is easy to subdue power?
The power to invoke pain and pathos
And compose poems with lousy bathos.
Yes, that is the exact emotion
Yes, that is the exact notion
Yes, that is the throbbing sting
Oh , funny song, I really cannot sing.
And, then the muse arrived,
Near that goblin’s colony
By the side of Gringots
She arrived with a jhola and colourful pots.
She was wearing a big black gown
With a floral design and patches of brown
She was approaching like a Hippo
Eyebrows like electric wires with a frown
She unlocked the broom from Jhola’s Zippo.
She swooshed it towards me,
I was on my way, I was about to flee..
Sannata appeared and I lost my hosh.
I saw her, the big bad witch
She asked me to get up , “ Uthe bosh”
She offered me some pukish food known as Paneer Mutter
As if it was from the roadside Haryana Dhaba, gutter
Hey! Witch, I am a bong, get this thing out of my sight
You know magic, give me a fish, I want a bite
Oho, you want me to convert into a vegetarian
Oh, this baniya effect, all because of dhoklaterian…
Fish is my birthright, I need it right now.
She swooshed the broom
Darkness entered upon the room
And, I saw her in her full glory
The witch was beautiful, not at all dark and gory
She was wearing a big big hat
Unlike pop-culture, she was not thin, but cute and fat
Her face reminded me of my babe
Will tell you about her, once I am out of this cave.
Witch was having a red red pan,
That was betel leaf., understand the pun.
She said, “ I heard that you scribble about pain
I heard that you scribble about blood and gore
Dude, you are nothing but a big big bore
With the wand in hand …
I condemn you to write about the positive vibes
I condemn you to write about the brighter vibes
I condemn you to write about laughter and humour
I condemn you to write about all things bright
From now on, no more darkness, it should be happy and full of fun.
………………………………….The End……………………..(now the poem)
And it was the end of my dark era, here is my first poem about the Witch in Black with a colourful Hat, named it Mad Hatter.
The real Mad Hatter..
The real sarcasm Shutter..
One who provides puns with Butter
Offers the brat, a dish of Paneer Mutter
She excavates humour from life’s gutter
More power to the savage Mad Hatter.
May you grow healthy, fat and fatter
You are a true blue entertainer.