Introduction : the notion of this poem came when I saw a bulb and Tubelight occupying nearby poles on the street. If personified ; what would be their chatter like ?
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Once in a while , on a new moon,
The fat bulb says to the slender tube,
“Be gone Wanton! , thane days be over soon.
The streets once again ; glow with yellow light,
Thrown and smashed in the dump ; your kind,
As people grow weary , of all the white.”
“Forget shoes ! , Daydreams won’t even buy you a sole.”
With a flicker, says the tube on the neighboring pole.
Loved much you are, and like you the best,
Not the humans , but hordes of pest.
Art thou, like the Artist who drew too hard.
Or recites a one too many, the desperate bard.
As burst do you, in your seat;
Unable to ward off, your own heat.
--------R.Ajay.Kumar
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Once in a while , on a new moon,
The fat bulb says to the slender tube,
“Be gone Wanton! , thane days be over soon.
The streets once again ; glow with yellow light,
Thrown and smashed in the dump ; your kind,
As people grow weary , of all the white.”
“Forget shoes ! , Daydreams won’t even buy you a sole.”
With a flicker, says the tube on the neighboring pole.
Loved much you are, and like you the best,
Not the humans , but hordes of pest.
Art thou, like the Artist who drew too hard.
Or recites a one too many, the desperate bard.
As burst do you, in your seat;
Unable to ward off, your own heat.
--------R.Ajay.Kumar