Cutting Edge Poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri

Cutting Edge



I neatly trim their hair
And keep them in style.

I properly size the cloth
And elegant garments make.

I deftly snap the flowery strings
And put them into the plaits of belles.

I remove all the surplusage
And adjust columns and words.

I make holes, angles and patterns
And produce festoons for every fest.

I toil for the barber and the tailor;
I labour for the florist and the editor.

I’m the pickpocket’s trusted ATM:
Soft and efficient in his nimble hands,
I land cash into his hand and a smirk onto his face.

My greatest glory lies elsewhere, though:
Not moving, with no nip, nick, or cut
I give the movies a cutting edge
And laze and doze and rest
In the tender hands of the kind censors.

[Apr 17,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nalini Hebbar 11 October 2009

you should have called this 'ODE TO THE SCISSORS'...LOL...a good composition

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