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Frogga

Long long ago

In a faraway land

Lived a frog named

Mr. Stikitung Grand

Near a meander

In his little mud house

In rain you could hear him Croak,

Looking for a spouse

Rains came and went

But he never got a single mate

He tried every trick a frog could

Still no one fell for his bait

He would keep

Harnessing his vocals

Polishing his webbed digits and

Perfecting his focal

While his efforts were appreciated

And some found it cute

The girls still went out

With the true frogs, the slimy smooth

With Mr. Grand being so different

All warts and moles

Others wondered how

He would ever father tadpoles

Mr. Grand with his huge eyes

And big mouth could do very little

All these hurdles made Him

Too depressed and shittle

While there were uncertainties

Looming large on his life

Fellow amphibians were betting

On his chances of getting a wife

For termites said the caecilians

Calling others to join the hoot

For worms said salamander and

For cricket said the newt.

On the fateful day Mr. Grand got fed up

And was waiting to call it a night

When he heard a hiss

Loud enough to give him a fright

Hello said the snake why are you

In such a spiritual gloom

Come let us find out someone

Who can help you groom

Frog was surprised at snake’s kindness

And overwhelmed at his warmth

While his kinds were busy ridiculing him

Snakes words soothed him like a balm

At first he was cautious and

Kept a safe distance from the snake

But the snake kept saying he was hurt

That Mr. Grand still took his efforts as fake

I have nothing to lose thought Mr. Grand

And reached out for the help

Yum thought the snake and gulped Mr. Grand

Before he could think or yelp

Salamanders, newts, all of his fellow beings

Saw this but not a single tear was shed

Guess this comes with living a life

So cold blooded

There was a crocodile, who saw it all

Hidden behind a pier

Some say he was the only one who

Did shed some tears.

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About Soma Mukherjee

I often say things that put me in a jam, Jams go well with Buttered Toasts, Toasts are great hosts, Ghosts not so much, Although they can dance, Not all dancers are serial killers, Serial killers do not use Body bags that often, body bags aren't leak proof, Proof is in the Pudding.

12 responses »

  1. Soma you are so talented! You should publish your work. You would be very successful as an author for kids lit. Your poems are very spontaneous and musical. I will have to read them to my son Aman.

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  2. What a fascinating poem Soma and oh, what an ending! Didn’t Mr. Grand know better than to trust a snake? 😉 I love the way your imagination roams! 🙂

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  3. I did like this poem very much and it ended just a bit different than I thought it would!
    Surprises!
    Scott

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    • I hope the surprise didnt dissapoint..was refering to the herd mentality of people and how no one reacts when someone is being singled out…and how the politicians later try to cash on every event
      Thank you so much Scott 🙂

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  4. Reblogged this on बंजारा and commented:
    Soma,I loved your poem “Frogga” so much that I am re blogging this,with your permission of course.

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  6. outstanding!! this one is your best so far!!

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  7. What a pathetic end’Guess this comes with living a life

    So cold blooded’ and the crocodile shed some tears,only you can write like this,Bravo,maja aagaya.

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