'Twas not a rose,
Though it had thorns.
Was it a pose?
Was it a con?
'Twas not a plant
But an implant
But 'twas not a rose
But pretty, pretty, prose.
'Twas what it did,
In a clever, clever bid,
It nefariously slid,
In whatever was hid.
'Twas a cunning plan,
Which went hand in hand;
'Twas a sharp tongue, and a sharper mind.
'Twas both that gave meaning to humankind.
09th April 2009
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Subroto Chatterjee
Subroto Chatterjee
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