Poetry

1. MOUSTACHE
When I curled it slightly with my fingers it resembled the angular horns of the placid
cow; standing up in alacrity,
Shimmering vibrantly in the sunshine; with unruly bristles of hair protruding out
rampantly from umpteenth quarters.
When I combed it scrupulously with a serrated brush; it settled to perfectly
commensurate proportions,
Adhering amicably to my lips; appearing as sedate as an angel having long gone off to
sleep.
When I applied exorbitant coats of sweet honey on it; it acquired profound tinges of
enchanting amber,
There wafted a heavenly aroma into my nostrils; also a scores of irksome red ants
crawled to relish the paradise.
When I rubbed it against the naked cheek of my beloved; it engendered a plethora of
scarlet blemishes,
She blushed heavily in consternation; and there were infinite tingling sensations
impregnated all over her persona.
When I refrained to trim it all along the unveiling week; it proliferated untidily in
clusters,
My face now appeared like that of a passionate buffoon; and it seemed as if I had
relinquished all interest in life.
When I breathed vigorously into it expending my lungs to full capacity; it wavered a
little; disconcertingly perturbed by the onslaught,
Retorted back in intense indignation; prompting me to scratch my skin till it virtually
bled.
When I swished at it wildly with my tongue; feverishly caressing a battalion of blades
in the process; it didn’t seem to mind the least,
Stuck diligently to my flesh in an amalgamated heap; sedately slept for a few hours
until the saliva dried.
When I rubbed it frivolously during business meetings; it seemed to have a
psychological influence in calming my frayed nerves,
Substantially eased tumultuous tension from my mind; granting me a winning edge
over my adversaries.
When I let sweat dribble profusely into it; feebly attempting to resist the flow; it
looked all the more handsome,

2. With the full light of the sun accentuating its drooping periphery; and the aftermath
made me feel like a real man.
But when I tonsured it inadvertently; completely annihilating it from my silhouette; I
appeared comically distorted; with a feminine disposition inevitably descending on
my demeanor,
Although I considered myself as extremely lucky and blessed; as my moustache once
again grew into bushy clusters rapidly a few days after shaving; and I thereby took a
solemn pledge of never plucking it again.