When you were high, occupying the throne, <br />I was down, looking at you with a kind of emotion, <br />Sitting on the rickety chair, you had started to blabber, <br />As the drunkard after the celebration of stupor. <br /> <br />Many arrows of praises aimed at you with stagnant lips, <br />As everyone eyed at reaching your door step with claps, <br />What shall we do with the crown made of paper, <br />Sweet heart, you had screeched louder as a pauper. <br /> <br />I had taken a catapult to hit your legs to shake you, <br />But it reached your chest and you had a free fall, <br />I rushed out to hold you in my hands to nurse the splinter, <br />You removed your shoe and gave it to me as a surprise. <br /> <br />You have healed your wounds supplemented with common sense, <br />Those who have the fake faces are sweeter to everyone, <br />Those who speak the truth are the ones to be hurt and blamed, <br />Shall I return the lone shoe for you to have the pair to climb up? <br /> <br />Don't stand on the other side of the river, winking at the wisdom, <br />You may not know how to swim or control the swelling storm, <br />Are you waiting for the fairy to arrive with magical clues and cue, <br />Dear, I know to swim under heavy current, instruct me out of love.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-persuasive-person/
