MS (4/27/59 / Chandigarh, India)

Misplaced Spoons

He was suave
He was smooth
He held his audience captive
With the mike

At home he was aloof
Calculating, cool
Ready to strike when you
least expected

He wooed me with sweet words
and dressed up salads
I fell flat like a fool
In a clown's hat

He tightened the noose
Then blamed me for
all his failures

His missing spoons
and stolen parfums

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good discourse..........