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CHICANERY
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English Poetry |
He took her into his hands,
pressed close to his chest,
and caressed her little head
with his firm fingers.
She looked at him fondly,
shrunk further into his hands
and rubbed them with its beak.
Must be her way of kissing!
She thought, “I’m lucky!
He looks so kind,
his touch so loving,
his is so caring! ‘
Isn’t it so fascinating;
a friendship between
a chicken and a human;
the superior being! ‘
Still holding her tight
the man walked straight
into his kitchen! !
I liked this poem. It has a very sad sudden twist at the end which was most unexpected. The title Chicanery has a pun in it. Good idea. Well expressed.
Kusum
Thank you very much Kusum ji.
Nice one.
Thank you Medhini ji.
Lovely in content & idea but sad devastating impact
Very commendable poem indeed…!
Many thanks Viswnand ji.