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Nandlal K Pancholi

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Baroda, Gujarat, India

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MUSH-BUSH IMBROGLIO

by

Nandlal K Pancholi


Mush and Bush are bosom friends
Former borrows , latter lends
Bush-Mush Mush-Bush
The alliance awkward and abstruse-
To everyone
The pair both confuse and amuse
The former stalwart,latter a dwarf
Former tickles,latter laughs

Bushy with Mushy flirts and blurts:
"I dump my dollar in dictatorís dustbin
He is military ruler,my king-pin
For him Iím ready to commit any sin
you understand what I mean.
"Mushy, use my dollar for proxy war in J & K
And with it you can in power stay
Mushy, I love you,I love you
My dictator friends are but few
Mugabe is not a guy like you
A paranoid in my view
See how often against me poison he spew
My exchequer is for you to plunder
And commit blunder after blunder
Please keep AL kaeda under check
For that take from me blank check
Capture that vagabond waif Osama
And in return
take from me whole Oklahama
Seven eleven is burning blob on my skin
Mushy, you understand what I mean.

Mushy mumbles and himself humbles:
Bushy, I love I love you
I have faithful friends but few
Our friendship is most uncanny
I assure you honey
Your exchequer is my pocket money
As a kid My father never gave me so much money
As youíve given me ,my honey
Bushy I love you. I love you
I have no lucrative friend save you
You are my best friend in my view
Our friendship will go in history
As an unsolved mystery.


Untitled

by

Nandlal K Pancholi

LANGUISHING LONELINESS

All my efforts to cry loudest to be heard have melted into smoke
No one listening
My lips moving seen through as if glass eyes watching indifferently
Words in torrents falling on consolidated deafness
Vocal chords swell and pain but all in vain
Gigantic doors of desolation have shut on me with a slam
And mute existence multiplies its shadows getting darker,murkier,murderous_..

languishing loneliness

by

Nandlal K Pancholi

LANGUISHING LONELINESS

All my efforts to cry loudest to be heard have melted into smoke
No one listening
My lips moving seen through as if glass eyes watching indifferently
Words in torrents falling on consolidated deafness
Vocal chords swell and pain but all in vain
Gigantic doors of desolation have shut on me with a slam
And mute existence multiplies its shadows getting darker,murkier,murderous_..

QUACK'S PROGRESS

by

Nandlal K Pancholi

Arriving from unknown somewhere

He set up clinic in the market square

Declared he could cure any disease

Using herbal drugs of plants and trees

Townsfolk being credulous

Soon to his shop began to rush

Diabetics, rheumatics, asthmatics flooded

None over his degree brooded

A few weeks later, afloat was this rumor

He cures for he rightly detects the humor

Realizing that every client is a prospective fan

He talked in technical terms even with laymen

He would expose his victims to numerous medical terms

Also trade-names, contents, firms, diseases and germs

Just to exhibit erudition and sound philosophy

Without occasion he embarked on learned topics

Often dwelt on sedatives and epilepsy

Or discoursed at length on tumor and biopsy

Then in a torrent of rodomontade would relate

Histories of cases cured with specific names and date

Discourses full of references to Ayurvedic treatises

Madhv, Charak, Susrut and other varieties

To prove his point he recited aloud original excerpts

As a result ,he soon won the epithet: "expert of experts"

"Discourteous ingrates! They even do not thank

Though I give 'em new life" exclaimed the mountebank.

Always eager to spar against allopathy

At the slightest provocation he would lecture on allopathic

hazards

Or would lament on untidy hospitals and unhygienic wards

Boldly averring: "To hide anything from patients is a

deadly sin"
Within no time he became a celebrity

His tricks worked and brought him publicity

After a year DHO came to see him in person

And sought his counsel for his sick son

A minister's car at his doorstep halted

Just to enhance libido and weakness treated

He gave the minister powerful mercury dust

Which triggered his vigor and inflamed his lust

Then to CM's ears reached his fragrant fame

Who called him secretly telling him not to declare name

MPs in turn heard of this rare phenomenon

And turned up to consult him one by one

Director drug control came to seek his advice

For chronic dysentery and perennial bronchitis

At length PM had to send him his compliments

For service to nation and" particular "patients

The whole world acknowledged him as master of his craft

But a person knew his truth in his own staff

His compounder knew his master was a fake

But he swallowed the secret for heaven's sake

APOSTROPHE THE FIGURE OF SPEECH( A POEM ADDRESSED TO A SUNFLOWER}

by

Nandlal K Pancholi



Enthralling smile of you
With flamboyant flash of yellowish hue
As if pure fire made of
Seeing you anyone would stop
And appreciate your buoyant beauty
Calling you Nature's variety

Touched by Thy flagrant flame
Onlooker would simply exclaim:
" The hand that designed this feat
Must indeed be a great artist"

Thou art so reserved ,reticent and coy
That as a schoolboy
I found you a constant source of joy
And you used to lift my mood
But in adulthood
Many flowers have withered on my eyebrow
And many still in my gardens grow
But none hath that power to overpower
Like you O Sunflowe

synechdoche poem

by

Nandlal K Pancholi


The Village rose at midnight
And each house wore delight
The festive mood squated on roofs
In hectic rhythm moved the hoofs
Horse race was followed by buffalo contest
Then human legs were put to test
The fairsex put on maiden attire
And the ageing lot sat near fire
The green calves cracked fireworks
while blind birds sat on treeperks
The daybreak was still very far
when in distant sky I saw a pulsar

Nandlal Kanjibhai Pancholi
Copyright ©2007 Nandlal Kanjibhai Pancholi

synechdoche poem

by

Nandlal K Pancholi


The Village rose at midnight
And each house wore delight
The festive mood squated on roofs
In hectic rhythm moved the hoofs
Horse race was followed by buffalo contest
Then human legs were put to test
The fairsex put on maiden attire
And the ageing lot sat near fire
The green calves cracked fireworks
while blind birds sat on treeperks
The daybreak was still very far
when in distant sky I saw a pulsar