Eulogy for my Beloved

How can you be so despicable!

Loving you is next to impossible.

You don’t take shower for days

As if you have been a stray kitty.

You take all the pride in the mane you grow,

Fashion it as a style as you know.

My heart thumps to kill you,

When you endlessly play your games

You feel triumphant when you murder visually,

I wonder if I could do that really.

If it is humour that you so praise,

I could use that in number of ways

To not let you know how was it used

A secret joke on you for getting me amused

You brag about the Apples you collect

And endlessly swagger over its seamless make.

I wish I could slice those imported Apples

And have them every day for my breakfast.

You talk endlessly as if you were the only human

Who had the precious speaking ability.

Trust me, my dear, if animals were able enough

You would be outspoken by a rat.

Elephant’s vision can compete yours.

Four eyes and yet so blind?

Everything is always in its place,

My love, only it is you who is lost.

There is not a better pig-head

That I admire the most

Who fails to understand simple logic

But tries to decipher laws of physics.

You laze around like a well-fed lion,

As if you returned from a Trojan war.

Sloth and you have some similarities

Sinful to share the same initials.

You batter my heart with the web of stories

You weave, the fables you narrate and

The tales without tails- Yet you proceed,

Without any shame or guilt.

Loving you is next to impossible,

While you are so despicable!