Sonnet3: A Lizard Poem by Pijush Biswas

Poor lizard, ha..ha..ha, boast of being gigantic!
It seemed-they and I, all nothing to him.
There was no times to come, but midnight dream?
So I did again no mistakes to complain, so hectic.

Neither butterflies nor any insects were spared to be his prey
And all came in vain to me to complain,
So I did make them know patience is main,
And I tried to detect where his prides lay.

One day police came with his majestic gait
And asked, 'Hei..hu! put hands up, who is the criminal? '
Poor lizard! trying to be over-smart and normal
Was taken to custody, soon, not so late.

The secret, born in him, was to be a crocodile
Yes, he could if he had counted himself a docile.