I land on a strange planet,
With queer beings all around.
Bewildered, I shout, cry and howl.
Its like, my voice in the vaccum.
Perplexed, they stare,
And what I say,
They can't comprehend.
I slowly, learn their langauge.
But, to get my way,
I stamp my feet,
And they say,
I throw tantraums.
But all in vain.
They redicule and nod their heads
From side to side.
I experiment in a unique way.
And they insensitively call it mischief.
They chide, admonish and manoeuvere,
And almost never comply.
I grudgingly and out of obligation,
Master their manners,
And their way of life.
And one fine day,
I adroitely,
Give them a piece of my mind...err
Piece of my thought.
But to my utter amazement,
This time the sit back,
And give me an ear,
And say, ''Hmmm! this one seems to be,
An erudite, mature and a dextrous man.''
maitreyee joshi
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