Blue Blooded

“I am pure blue-blood”, said he,
“as pure as it can get.”
of the tall, fair, handsome varieties.
Twice over I despised him
but managed but a smile,
as he deviously managed
to convey his derision for
us darker-skinned commoners.

Then out of the blue,
and I thanked my father,
remembering his wisdom,
‘No education is ever wasted’.
The first, and perhaps the last
time I agreed with him.

I recollected my lessons in
Arachnology and Teuthology.
Heaven only knew what
I’d been thinking then.
Heaven must have known!

“You certainly are royal!”
I replied with enthusiasm,
which he received
with no enthusiasm.

“And what do you mean
by agreeing like that?”

“Never again”, I thought.

“Did you know,
Oh blue blooded royalist…
That octopuses and slimy squids
and lobsters and some spiders
as well as the horse-shoe crab
are all blue blooded?”

This upset him terribly
and turning around sideways
he crawled towards the door
and scuttled away.

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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Ha Ha I laughed out loud at the twist, wonderful, just a wonderful poem


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