Actors are paid to depict different person Of the self, with fan and fare, one the stage or screen. Insurance agent is a pessimist Who fears his clients will face a holocaust! Classical musician is a hoarse voiced vocalist Deals with tunes in detail ignoring meaningful text! Architects design castles smooching the sky Which someone builds and some other occupy. Roll out a rumour, public will carry it; Float a company, public will finance it! By public issue companies make money; Once issued, it's public make all the money! When companies do manage to issue, There come many managers to issue! Pop is a branch of music founded in the West, Practiced by the hysteric exhibitionist! The Novelist narrates a short story In voluminous book, like history! Fashion model is a sex symbol, Dressed up to deem undressed overall! Salesman is who sell An ass as a horse! Medical salesmen teach doctor How drugs to administer! A TV serial producer is an entity Capable of stretching a plot to eternity! Hotelier is playing host Entertains paying guest! ADIEU I'm here to do only good To all my neighbourhood! I may go, one day, behind the thick veil of death; In these lines, I shall live forever on this earth. BLURB This is not a book of poetry, not a didactic literature. The idiosyncrasies of the Heavenly Father and the earthlings, you and me included, are exposed, with a tinge of sarcasm. If you don't like any of the sharp, straight and sour quips it is certainly unpalatable for me too, but it is a fact we have to reconcile with. I have no enmity with anyone who feels targeted and hurt by these couplets; for I know, I myself am the bull's eye! We should point our index finger against each other; for none is perfect and invulnerable to mistakes or resistant to allurement to eat the forbidden fruit. Come, have a fiesta, laughing and staring at and pitying and ridiculing us! A.R. Narayanan.