Mr.Fofo

( His nameplate reads-

" The ever smiling, Mr.Fofo's house ")


The Sun emerged on his cheeks
when Mr.Fofo, like a soldier,
fired many smoky bullets, one by one,
causing vibrations in the burning sky
at the time of his birth
to honor this gracious world
with a smile on his face.

In his highschool called 'Rosewater public'
where, on one independence day,
the headmaster threw him outside,
smelling rotten potatoes inside,
after Mr.Fofo loaded corridors
with a smile on his face.

He wrapped a pink paper
around a cloth broidered with love words,
misted with perfume of 'ocean birds'.
His breezy breaths finally conquered
the bewildered girl waving hands adrift
when Mr.Fofo proposed bravely
with a smile on his face.

Imparting volcanic energies of his mountains,
he rooted the identities of his twins
who smiled, like him, may be better than him.
The three learned new games to play
while the mother became the judge.
Every half day, sent by the boss, he returned
with a smile on his face.

Once invited as chief guest
at the inaugural of a soda company,
he gulped few litres in fewest seconds
and smiled non-stop whole heartedly,
making others laugh amply, Mr.Fofo
considered it as a moral responsibility
with a smile on his face.

When a neighbour died of asthma,
he went to his funeral
amidst the pungent outcries.
Mr.Fofo made his best possible effort
to smile, as low as possible.
But people's piercing noses made him run
with a smile on his face.

And years later,
Mr.Fofo himself, in a very good health,
flew through airs, through clouds, though space,
smelling as fresh as ever
with a smile on his face.


(His epitaph reads-

" Still smiling, Mr.Fofo's grave.

Don't waste flowers here.

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Sim :))