[Poetry corner] Mysterious Mr Moustache

How many rabbits from your hat you pulled out

Attracting and enticing your readers frantically

Amazing conversations to people were reached out

Like the dazzling stars visible to our eyes very clearly

Deep in the abyss Mr. Dip with gel was seen to slip

You made the nasty guy a laughing stock in public

The old romantic hero who gave to his lust a fillip

Filled with fear he denied his sexual guilt with panic

Lady Macbeth who pushed forward her submissive hero

Soon brandishing her power came forward in the scene

The whole governing members at her feet were like zero

They all danced to her tune, commanding them like a queen

Poor lovely Macbeth showing his manhood to others in fury

Stooped and conquered by the charm of his gracious lady

Disguised in a fake commander let loose his rule quite sadly

His grave was but dug by the arrogant and mischievous lady

Yes sir, yes sir those at top level were heard saying

With trembling voice before sahib Pravind, their leader

Fearlessly force planting with impunity were they doing

But now sorrows stuck in their minds are going deeper

So many cats you let out of your bag Monsieur Moustache

That sometimes we laugh and feel pity for the scoundrels

And left like the public in the adage ‘get cinema mange pistache’

 Debunked their villainies we bid them in ‘caro canne’ a farewell   

Cassam Tupsy