Fri-e-n-d

Fri e n d short poem

Uploaded by Dhriti Haldar

With hustle and bustle, they start with a rule.
One named as mighty satire and other the great ridicule.

Both expose human foolishness in a mess
One has a gorgeous deriding voice while other sounds less.

Ridicule have a caustic wit to show.
While satire vice turns slow.

Sometimes satire can overtake reality with great anger and fire.
Ridicule answers this in a dismissive language and behaviour.

Unkind words and actions share between the two.
Mock whispers and teases them with a clue.

All stand in a queue, with their portend
The human said, fool, it has no end

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