THE TALE OF PROFESSOR BRAG

     

                                                 (  I  )

              Drest in a trim suit he seemed a scholar great

              He deemed that others should respect his state;

              Strutting and talking with a sense of pride

              To listen to others’ words he never tried;

               Stressing too much on syllables sheer

               He made his language too heavy and harsh to hear;

               A stylish mode he thought himself with pride

               A raucous roar of sounds while others deride;

               By making vain incomprehensible fuss

               He deemed himself a heavenly genius;

               None addressed him by his real name “Richard Stag”

               But for many he is Professor Brag;

               At every meeting never did he lag

               About his talents he did always brag

               Others merits he ever mocked in derisive way

                He thought himself supreme in every way;

               Though he complained his head did ache

                He talked for hours without a break

                And laughed aloud echoing to the roof

                A doctor’s bill he ever carried as proof;

                In looking down on others he is on top

                In praising his own talents did he never stop;

                                         (  I  I  )

                 He felt happy in hurting others  

     

                 He did not spare even his sisters and brothers; 

                 For him a joyous sight to see others in plight

                 If they are calm he provoked them to fight;

                 In endless arguments in bombastic way

                 Devoid of meaning he shouts night and day;

                 His wife never meddled with his antics strange

                 She knows that her husband will never change;

                 In endless arguments he wasted his time

                 Raising his tone without reason or rhyme;

                 He bragged himself as a man of noble creed

                 But there was no end to his sense of greed;

                 He never missed a chance to get some gain

                  By devious methods without stress and strain;

                  His envious eyes looked at others for flaws

                  Yet he never observed all rules and laws;

                  If you invite him as a respectable guest

                  He thinks himself as best above all the rest;

                  Whatever he says, he considers as right

                  Your views and feelings below his range and sight

                   Because of his bickerings a loner at last

                   Stuck in the illusion of his knowledge vast;

                                           

                   If you meet him by chance on your way

                   Beware, you will be his inescapable prey.

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                2nd March, 2019                        Somaseshu Gutala

         ( A humorous portrayal of an egotistic and self-conceited person through this imaginary character.)