It is where lies come readily <br /> <br />Without any prompting <br /> <br />As there are no eyes <br /> <br />To belie the words <br /> <br />No eyes before <br /> <br />To see through them <br /> <br />Like a quick scene change <br /> <br />Without resort to props <br /> <br />It turns into a college <br /> <br />A tuition centre <br /> <br />A classmate's house <br /> <br />A movie theatre <br /> <br />You cannot but worry for your daughter <br /> <br />When you watch a college girl <br /> <br />Tell her mother <br /> <br />That she'll come late <br /> <br />As she has special classes <br /> <br />Then hop onto her boyfriend's pillion <br /> <br />Urging him to drive fast <br /> <br />'Or we'll miss the opening song! ' <br /> <br />Next time the guy comes with another girl <br /> <br />When you tell the first one <br /> <br />She breaks down <br /> <br />'He said he could not live without me! ' <br /> <br />Sometimes the youths carry on fake conversations <br /> <br />While trying to hit on you <br /> <br />'You are plump in a very desirable way' <br /> <br />(When I know I am fat and fighting it): <br /> <br />Every night before I close up <br /> <br />I tidy up the place <br /> <br />But cannot sweep away <br /> <br />The lies heard all day.<br /><br />Prabhakar Subramaniam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/telephone-booth/
