Sudeshna Mukherjee's poems deal with varied human nature. A keen observer she chronicles the happenings around her and writes with a tinge of humour. She has two books to her credit and her poems easily rival Nissim Ezekiel's famed Pushpa poems and take on English in Mumbai.
All rights reserved by Sudeshna Mukherjee
All rights reserved by Sudeshna Mukherjee
1. THE CUE (Malaprop)
Deer deer let me tail you
How difficult eat is to stand in a cue
When the son beats down on yew
They say to save yourself from hit stroke
Put an orion in your armpeat
It sets me thinging how and whey
Is eat seance
Oh my senses cuddle
Thinging such hard things
While such thoughts raze there head
The cue moves froward
A phew steeps
The son steel continues to beat
Beeds of aspirations tickles drown
Strumming through my throat
Clammy and dump
Makes me fill so dam uncomfortable
The pupil in front bee gin to get restless
Sum even shout out lout
The weandows putt their shooters down
Faring that trouble might break out soon
These maid the crowd hungry
Day shout abuse
Eye really do not now
How to retract
To live the line
Or
To bee in cue
Soddenly the pupil star pelting stones
A stampede stars
An orderly made dyes eventfully
Eye prey that her sole wrests inn peas
The son steal continues beat down on ewe
Hot and seering
I never new eat would com to these
This sanding in a cue
Deer deer let me tail you
How difficult eat is to stand in a cue
When the son beats down on yew
They say to save yourself from hit stroke
Put an orion in your armpeat
It sets me thinging how and whey
Is eat seance
Oh my senses cuddle
Thinging such hard things
While such thoughts raze there head
The cue moves froward
A phew steeps
The son steel continues to beat
Beeds of aspirations tickles drown
Strumming through my throat
Clammy and dump
Makes me fill so dam uncomfortable
The pupil in front bee gin to get restless
Sum even shout out lout
The weandows putt their shooters down
Faring that trouble might break out soon
These maid the crowd hungry
Day shout abuse
Eye really do not now
How to retract
To live the line
Or
To bee in cue
Soddenly the pupil star pelting stones
A stampede stars
An orderly made dyes eventfully
Eye prey that her sole wrests inn peas
The son steal continues beat down on ewe
Hot and seering
I never new eat would com to these
This sanding in a cue
2. RE-SESSION (Malaprop)
Eat is that thyme of the ear
When things turn downwards
The kerb of the graphs
Hades south
Echonomists say
Eat it is re session
Pupil start to carve their ex pences
They start to horde
By jiving a wide birth
Two spending money
They start two budge ate
Sum re member
The Great Depression of 1929
Many busy nesses collapse
Many reach people
Gate roo weaned
Hour be loved country
Deed knot fill it then
Be cause wee were knot
A freebie country
Off course our echonomy
Dead knot grow
Now wee our told of the slew down
Of the meld town
News reeders predict a leak pitcher
Butt eye do knot fill sow
Given our demo graphics
Demands will all ways bee their
Sow the supply will remean two
Resession will joust be a ward
Ass we will knot fill eats effects
The reach will fill sow proud
Flaunting their reaches
Whining dinning and partying
Telling sundry a bout work
Hardly working
Paying dividends
Eat is a wean wean situation
Sea when we have wee men
Having seventeen* to twenty-three* chill drain
Per purse on
How can supply fall
Eat does not matter
If the smothers fall seek
So lounge as they can pro deuce
So let us bid ad dew
To Resession
We halve over cum
The grate deep-ression
* Lankatai Kharat from Beed is pregnant with her 17th child though her mother-in-law Nadarbai claims the figure is in fact 20 .
Bismillah , a woman from Nuh in Haryana has given birth to her 23rd child in 2007 .
3. RETIRED HURT
Have you heard the rumour
That humour
Has grown a tumour
Thus began the murmur
Then a Chinese whisper
Liberally sprinkled with spicy
mixture
After much conjecture
Came the clear answer
"Humour had broken his femur"
Without further demur
All agreed to concur
"Of no use " any further
They slapped it with sticks
Slapstick stuck like glue
It soon turned dark and rabid blue
An indisposed humour
Clearly had no saviour
Limped limply out of favour
So from now
Don't ask how
Serious will kow tow
In reverence
In reference
In conference
In every sense .
Have you heard the rumour
That humour
Has grown a tumour
Thus began the murmur
Then a Chinese whisper
Liberally sprinkled with spicy
mixture
After much conjecture
Came the clear answer
"Humour had broken his femur"
Without further demur
All agreed to concur
"Of no use " any further
They slapped it with sticks
Slapstick stuck like glue
It soon turned dark and rabid blue
An indisposed humour
Clearly had no saviour
Limped limply out of favour
So from now
Don't ask how
Serious will kow tow
In reverence
In reference
In conference
In every sense .
4. DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE
OF A MISTRESS
Welcome to my boudoir gentlemen .
Please make yourself comfortable .
The velvet atmosphere is awaiting your gracious presence .
I have already drawn the curtains
Lit the lamps ; see how they are burning burning low in anticipation.
The mogras and jasmine, are they not lending to the perfumed air ?
Yes , they are like us , always giving, always lending .
Oh , indulge me a little please .
Every day , we , the chattels do your bidding ,
but today I am in a mood to give
voice to my thoughts.
Thoughts that burn holes, drill searing like lit torches .
Sir , please do not fidget. Can you not do this much for me , your favourite, as you always say ?
Look how you cringe !
Have you read my thoughts like I have come to read your every mood ?
Perhaps you do not realize
I may be one of you . Blue blood coursing through my veins.
Who knows?
When you rhapsodise my cascading black scented curls
When you sing eulogies over my rose pink lips
When you praise my ability to please
When you wrap your hands around my curvaceous frame
I may have come from one of you .
Why are you smarting uncomfortably gentlemen .
Is it so unpleasant ?
Have you ever thought it is because of your needs that we exist
It is always your needs that we have to satisfy.
We are born to cater to your needs .
I know there is no escaping it .
You come to us in the dark of the night as if afraid yet drawn by some pull !
Yes , how we allure, isn't it , pandering to your every whim
Then why are we so defamed ?
Why are we shunned?
Is it so wrong ?
Is that the reason you come skulking silently stealthily slipping through .
Shall I fill your glasses with choicest wine ?
It helps you know
Ahhh yes it helps I know
It helps to forget the injustice
It helps to forget the ignominy
It helps to forget the shame
It helps to forget the drudgery ......
We are the concubine
We are the mistress
We are the geisha
We are the much maligned keeps
Don't we know we are the best kept secret out in the open
Everyone knows but no one acknowledges
But we are
born only to satisfy
born only to flesh
born again in this vicious circle
Do you know that our children have no future?
Our girls will entertain your sons .
Our sons will become pimps .
Wrong begets wrong.
No, no, please don't stop me
let it all come out
Let me purge !
Let me cleanse my thoughts.
Let me refill our glasses gentlemen
For the night is still young
For the pain is still raw
The flesh is too demanding
I want to be numb before I sink.......
Come, tell me which room would you prefer -
the pink themed one
Or, the one with Chinese dragon decor
Or, perhaps the one with the strong incense burning to drive away all thoughts and
just submit to the rot ..........
OF A MISTRESS
Welcome to my boudoir gentlemen .
Please make yourself comfortable .
The velvet atmosphere is awaiting your gracious presence .
I have already drawn the curtains
Lit the lamps ; see how they are burning burning low in anticipation.
The mogras and jasmine, are they not lending to the perfumed air ?
Yes , they are like us , always giving, always lending .
Oh , indulge me a little please .
Every day , we , the chattels do your bidding ,
but today I am in a mood to give
voice to my thoughts.
Thoughts that burn holes, drill searing like lit torches .
Sir , please do not fidget. Can you not do this much for me , your favourite, as you always say ?
Look how you cringe !
Have you read my thoughts like I have come to read your every mood ?
Perhaps you do not realize
I may be one of you . Blue blood coursing through my veins.
Who knows?
When you rhapsodise my cascading black scented curls
When you sing eulogies over my rose pink lips
When you praise my ability to please
When you wrap your hands around my curvaceous frame
I may have come from one of you .
Why are you smarting uncomfortably gentlemen .
Is it so unpleasant ?
Have you ever thought it is because of your needs that we exist
It is always your needs that we have to satisfy.
We are born to cater to your needs .
I know there is no escaping it .
You come to us in the dark of the night as if afraid yet drawn by some pull !
Yes , how we allure, isn't it , pandering to your every whim
Then why are we so defamed ?
Why are we shunned?
Is it so wrong ?
Is that the reason you come skulking silently stealthily slipping through .
Shall I fill your glasses with choicest wine ?
It helps you know
Ahhh yes it helps I know
It helps to forget the injustice
It helps to forget the ignominy
It helps to forget the shame
It helps to forget the drudgery ......
We are the concubine
We are the mistress
We are the geisha
We are the much maligned keeps
Don't we know we are the best kept secret out in the open
Everyone knows but no one acknowledges
But we are
born only to satisfy
born only to flesh
born again in this vicious circle
Do you know that our children have no future?
Our girls will entertain your sons .
Our sons will become pimps .
Wrong begets wrong.
No, no, please don't stop me
let it all come out
Let me purge !
Let me cleanse my thoughts.
Let me refill our glasses gentlemen
For the night is still young
For the pain is still raw
The flesh is too demanding
I want to be numb before I sink.......
Come, tell me which room would you prefer -
the pink themed one
Or, the one with Chinese dragon decor
Or, perhaps the one with the strong incense burning to drive away all thoughts and
just submit to the rot ..........
5. KICKED AND KICKING
In a symposium of sorts
In a luxe resort
They assembled all
To discuss in a large hall
"How kicked are we at being kicked"
They cheered to, "Hick !Hick! Hicked!"
They all chorused "Tell us Telstar"
"Have no fear I am kicked afar "
"From goal kick to side kick
Only the referee makes me sick"
An object of admiration
They clapped in adulation
"What about you deuce ball ?"
"For me nothing galls"
They may change my colour
Cherry red to white pallor
"I am a hit all around
In a maximum I may not be found "
"I am chased in a leather hunt"
In satisfaction they let out a collective grunt
The moderator with a beaming face
Asked the golf ball to join the race
He had already charged a fee
He chortled "They putt me in a tee"
Loud round of applause
Reverberated without any pause
"Hear! Hear ! Tell us some more "
"How many holes do you score ?"
Hmm how juvenile thought the yellow tennis ball
In jealousy he butted in said with twang and drawl
"They keep many of us"
"With ease and no fuss "
"Some are kept in the warm pocket
We sure have an invisible docket"
Yet all are lobbed to be smashed
Aces hit not to be latched
Slowly but quietly rose the common man
With a smirk for a smile and a face wan
He left the large hall in search of refreshments
Found a counter selling spurious condiments
"Are you not kicked about getting kicked ?"
"If I go to tell my plight all will be licked."
Thus speaking he left with a wry smile
No right no centre it's been all the while.
In a symposium of sorts
In a luxe resort
They assembled all
To discuss in a large hall
"How kicked are we at being kicked"
They cheered to, "Hick !Hick! Hicked!"
They all chorused "Tell us Telstar"
"Have no fear I am kicked afar "
"From goal kick to side kick
Only the referee makes me sick"
An object of admiration
They clapped in adulation
"What about you deuce ball ?"
"For me nothing galls"
They may change my colour
Cherry red to white pallor
"I am a hit all around
In a maximum I may not be found "
"I am chased in a leather hunt"
In satisfaction they let out a collective grunt
The moderator with a beaming face
Asked the golf ball to join the race
He had already charged a fee
He chortled "They putt me in a tee"
Loud round of applause
Reverberated without any pause
"Hear! Hear ! Tell us some more "
"How many holes do you score ?"
Hmm how juvenile thought the yellow tennis ball
In jealousy he butted in said with twang and drawl
"They keep many of us"
"With ease and no fuss "
"Some are kept in the warm pocket
We sure have an invisible docket"
Yet all are lobbed to be smashed
Aces hit not to be latched
Slowly but quietly rose the common man
With a smirk for a smile and a face wan
He left the large hall in search of refreshments
Found a counter selling spurious condiments
"Are you not kicked about getting kicked ?"
"If I go to tell my plight all will be licked."
Thus speaking he left with a wry smile
No right no centre it's been all the while.
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2 comments:
Such varied content each time superb humour poetry
The poems are truly interesting and touch a wide variety of emotions. The poem that represents the viewpoint of ‘balls’ in every sport is unique. The poem on the open-minded monologue of a mistress has various tinges of sarcasm – specially aimed at the so-called gentlemen! The malaprop ones have indeed some superb play on words!! Really enjoyed reading all the poems!
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