ENT Specialist and I

I was sitting in front of an ENT specialist
Who asked me whether I was in snooze,
Or in booze
To have accommodated such an insect in the ear?

Little Jackson is dead now
Its “thrill” is no more felt in me
Last night when it entered the stage
Before my ear drum
It was doing its final rehearsal
Giving me a whole sleepless night

I used to keep the insect killer
Every night nearby my bed
Like a UN resolution
To just warn them.
My friends used to say
That my stand against
Creature rights violation
Was somewhat outstanding
Like Mahatma’s non-violence

I was the person who fostered them
And I was the victim, too.
(For sure, none of them
Going beyond my border
Will come back alive
My friends are not UN like me
They press the button of baygon
Like war on invertiberate animals
To make the days of insects bygone)

My friends are right
The UN is a publishing house
Issuing out new editions of resolutions
As long as I was not affected by an insect
My non-violence was valid
But when affected,
I was forced to knock on the door
Of an ENT specialist, to take it out,
Dead or alive
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Liked it, Prem.Thanks and Kudos.

Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad
Aug 14, 2010
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Prem, You’ve poked fun at the UN resolutions, naturally – the way they’re done and observed – more in violation than in effectuation. Perhaps your innovative poem also takes a dig at the double standards in international relations. Well done.

U Atreya Sarma, Secunderabad
Aug 14, 2010
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