How much longer will this foxtrot
Of verses continue to lead?
How many virtually real poets brought
To this verandah for us to read?
Are we not tired of changing face
Ever so often and again?
How this hide and seek we ace
Of dullness we cannot complain.
In many a verse I see your spirit
Gambolling behind the noun,
In many a word see I the merit
Of chameleon, charm and clown.
Why this convoluted way to learn
Language, ergot and speech?
Will I ever you really discern
Will you ever I reach?
But right or wrong do come along
To the "swayamvarA" tonight!
In any form will I smell your song
Tradition, modern or light!
For my green garland of sweet similes….
Will sweep your “uvamai”s in a breeze!
My antithesis for your “muraN thodai”,
My puns a plenty-for your slick slEdai!
Why, even your ethugais or mOnai…
Cannot my “transferred epithet” deny!
Can your “uruvagam”, or iyaibus mock
My mixed metaphors in rhythm and rock?
And should you think my oxymoron dumb,
See that “viLi” to my apostrophe succumb!
For every “kuRippu” I have a “suggestion” better,
Aphorisms for “Pazhamozhi” why, I am a go getter !
“Pudhu-marabus!”myriad! I am a precious catch,
Where else will you find a better match?
Yes come, come my dearest suitor(s) please,
Won’t you this chance now readily seize?
Little wonder then, that voice in the dark
“Ah, how much longer this poetic lark?
So, go to that soiree whispers "MandharA"...
Do you not want to be her SundharA?”
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SwayamvarA
