Poems by Hemant Deshmukh

MONA the Dalmatian Bitch

a poem by

Hemant Deshmukh

Just a nod of her tail and she turned away
She looked rather pale and underweight
It was the first time we met and each other saw
Not a great beginning for an undernourished bitch.

A fleeting moment not meant to be the only one
We were here to work so soon time together began
She was indifferent, after all it didn’t matter
She was the bitch out there her name I kept Mona

When she started out the barking seemed profound
Then there was a lull, ‘to hell with her’ I thought
The barking grew, the reason knows only god above
A dotted hairy volcano just waiting to erupt

Then came the time to see beyond
She wasn’t such a bad bitch after all
She was like a hairy coconut actually not even that
She tried hard to pretend but was soft all along

When we saw her a mate it broke our hearts
Our heart racking sobs made all feel sad
It showed that she could enjoy deeply with the dog
But she soon got up again (!) and made us laugh

From there began her friendship as new
We got along so well she turned her litter blue-chip,
But we didn’t care, here was to stay friendship,
When they were together we all were far away!

With the passing of time each year better they know
They look to each other for supply me more litter
Not a day goes by without a thought of Mona
I think to myself, ‘I wonder what this bitch is upto?’

She makes her heads turn and she likes it too
She can make you laugh or make you turn blue
She can be furry at times and silly (wagging tail) too
That’s my dear little Dalmatian Mona for you.

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Let us be Voyeur

a poem by

Hemant Deshmukh

The day begun in a rush with a little less care
I try to keep up with time, not much I can spare

I rush thru the day waiting for a prime spot
I fail to stop me when I plan a nasty nice plot

Let me walk thru this day with no hope, no pain
Let me just watch dames as they pass in the bus lane

Let me walk on the grass so I can save some time
Let me run and catch glimpse of some beauty prime

Come with me now, come I will show where
Give me some of your time, let us be voyeur

Let’s walk together lets see beauties wet in the rain
Let’s just have a good time and keep worry far again

Come drink in of beauty and have your eyes fill
We may not see them tomorrow even if we will

Let the beauty grow like sack overflow
Let’s get high on passion and each other know

Let’s watch thru’ this window tho not alone
Come hold my hand come let us see and go.

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I laughed last night

a poem by

Hemant Deshmukh

I laughed last night as I went to gambling den
All laughed last night for all those won
I laughed last night, wasted tears
For rupees which are gone afar forever

Rupees on the horizon brighten the day
Am I a part of the night or day
The coins flow freely banks outpour
The account is over a new day I behold

I look behind on all that has been
Both moments of heads and tails I see
Coins that were, coins now gone
Notes fade, their impressions dawn

Why run behind the rupees stream
I stand by instead and behold its beauty
Sadness threatens as dollars unfolds
But the bright sun gathers me in its hold

What do I feel? Won? Lost?
Beautiful moments? All boast.
Days go by, there is no change
O dark notes see how you wane

Money so beautiful money so true
Money I give no more to you
I laughed last night as I went to den
All laughed last night for all those won

This poem is a parody of the poem ‘I cried last night’

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