A Busy Woman’s Mess

A  Busy  Womans  Mess short poem

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She is every time busy
making everything a mess
seeking to be fussy
raking up her guess
runs to the bus-stop
with an urge to catch the bus.
but she starts to weep
when she loses her purse
looks around for help
to pay the bus fare
but no one turns up
to cheer up her.
The bus stops for the checker
who is like a ruler,
good at giving a roar.
But soft is he to her
gazes she at his face
with a glance of gratitude ,
hopes to give a promise
of never doing it is certitude.

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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Aloke
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A funny little poem of excellent quality. Good execution of rhyme and rhythm.

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