Poems on

Mr. Wise

a poem by Swarit Verma

Long long ago
In England
There lived a lady
With her gentleman

The Gentlemen was hated by all
Where lady was loved
Gentle man asked lady
“Why are you loved by all ”
“I am also nice, my mother says thrice”
Lady smiles
And whisper in ears
“You must be wise but are you nice? Think
About question of mine”

The man dint understand
And left the place in pride
Lady knows and whisper in side
He is neither wise nor nice