Contemporary BluesA Poem by PennywriterContemporary Blues
I don’t
speak Greek: Mathematics And History, Sculptures And Busts a
plenty, It’s so
dated To me…
I don’t
speak Japanese: Sticks And houses, Black On white
paper, Are all too
sober To me…
I don’t
speak Italian: Godfathers And Mario
Puzo, Olive oil On spaghetti,
Seem so
slippery To me…
I don’t speak Afrikaan: Sorcerers And
dancers, Drums On scepters, Seem so
spooky To me…
I don’t speak
French: Chefs Wearing
hats In a
kitchen, And “fine cuisine”, Are too
refined To me…
I don’t
speak Hindi: English And Hindi, A mishmash, Sounds So unsavory To me…
I Speak: TV and
coffee, English And newspapers, Cigarettes
and salary Are bier To me…
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1 Review Added on June 12, 2020 Last Updated on June 12, 2020 Tags: Writerscafe, Blues, Contemporary AuthorPennywriterNew Delhi, IndiaAboutGreetings writers of all sorts! My name is Sikandar Marwah. I love writing stories as well as sketching, which is my hobby. more..Writing
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