That Guy
I have attempted a poetic approach on the requirement of a parity between good and evil - the yin and yang that make life what it is.
I
Higher than the ocean
But lower than the moon
He hangs tight for life
With all its gloom.
A little gossip here
And a bit much ho ho there
Oh the misery of a poor lad
He can hardly fathom his dear dad
All minds sincere
From a toe to every hair.
‘A bit different he is’ mother says
The others just play safe
They grudge against him like a Tartar
All haughtily impaired.
‘Just a bit different he is’ they say
But within their lair
He is just an evil little hare.
II
Wild as a mayhem
But sweet as a pea
He likes to savour his moments
With all too many bees.
A grasp of reality
Does not have he
But a touch of eternity
Might have a soulful glee.
He likes his ale
And he likes his gin
Every flavour is a haven
One two and a seven.
His heart is of gold
He helps those who are sore
Not a trifle in return
Just the pleasure of a good learn.
His humour and his smile
His kindness with no craft
Are not enough for the half
Who would like to see him rile.
Humble he has rife
Not a snob is he
He is square and fair
With a belly full of bear
And adventures to great heights.
III
But a libertine he is
And that can’t be right
Much of such sin
Is met with the guillotine
And a handful of righteous eyes.
Just as song and dance
Go hand in hand
So do good and bad
Neither in advance.
Monsters and fairies
Are all of this world
Hedonism and Temperance
Shake hands and stroll.
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra