It Stood Untitled – Delhi Poetry Slam

It Stood Untitled

Irtiza Rasool

Sometimes twat; sometimes twee,
  Punish me aye',i am used to these draconian a wee.
  their stories are rhetoric always when I grab,
  It means these are boorish or may be a drab 
  i made my life to story like macabre , sly
  whosoever listen my woes thinks I'm gadfly
  Some moments on my paper are fully rhapsodize
  coming breeze brought aura to nerves of its size
 diplomatic sentences command voices to babel;
  My story of lives are axiomatic ;however short may label 
 interesting comedies that I haven't put 
 Well! that can be a cause of my sources kaput 
 Now finding world to be abnormally dysfunction
  initially different for usual lines but centre make a junction
  I remained wangling with those of ignoramus
  roaming around ; sycophantic ; i call 'em wuss...


Leave a comment