Quote 10: Pope John XXIII

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08/11/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

An age old adage and
An older solemn man
Gushing proverbs
And hackneyed
Stories.

Bustling fire,
Around them folks
Of across the
Towns sit.

Muttering discomfort
And lack of downs
To comfort the
Aching behinds,
But they sit.

The older man, with
A trembling jaw,
And an incomprehensible
Tongue, had an
Audience
Of close to 50.

Huddled near the fire
They lacked a good drink,
(And the downs, someone
Mentioned) and also freshly
Boiled eggs
In the wintry night.

Something hot,
Besides the fire,
They crooned in
Unison.

The old man, with
The tongue gone bad,
Screamed frothy insults
And threw fingers in
Sundry directions.

He wailed that he was
There to tell them stories!

Bah!They said!

He threw his staff on the ground,
Stamped his foot
And whined like
His child would, if had
Given his wife a chance.

Bah! The merry crowd
Exclaimed and laughed
Aloud.

Bah! They shouted when
They were out of sight.

They laughed louder
Than the charlatan
Cried.

The next day saw
A fire died without
The dead ends of Bidis,
And a waste left behind by
The travelling man.

Who was it, people asked?

A story teller, they replied
Without a pause.

 

Anybody can be Pope; the proof of this is that I have become one.

Siddiqui F.
(01.11.2016)

NB: CCD, Agripada

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