Today while I was watching the last section of promo and saw Vishaka leaping through the window.........a poem called Lochinver by Sir Walter Scot came into my mind. I have modified it and Lochinver has become our very own Purab or Loony Cuties Bear. So here it is...............I am hoping that like all the literary greats Sir Scot will also forgive me 😉
O, Young Cuties is come out of the west;
Through all the wide Vrindavan his bike was the best;
And save his good brain he weapon had none;
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in duty, and so dauntless in friendship,
There never was braveheart like the young Cuties.
He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone;
He swam the Yamuna river, where ford there was none;
But, ere he alighted at Shastri gate,
The bride had sulked, the cuties came late:
For an idiot with no brains, and a fool off beauty,
Was to wed the sly Vishaka friend of loony Cuties.
So quietly he crept in the Shastri Kuthi,
'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all;
Then spoke amma, her hands joint to plead ,
( For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word, )
"O come ye kanha here, or come ye thakurji,
O please save our bride, O Lord of all seas"
"I long prayed to you, my suit you denied ---
My faith swells like the mountains, never ebbs like the tide ---
And now I am come, with this immense faith of mine,
To plead for my hearts desire, for Vishaka who is mine;
There is no maiden in Vrindavan more lovely by far,
That would gladly beat Vishaka, oh heart off mine."
The bride sulked in fury, she stormed around;
She made loads off faces, and looked like a clown.
She looked ready to burst, her seams undone,
With a pout on her face, and a frown between her eye.
She wrung her soft hand, moaned when none could hear ---
"Oh where are you ! " my loony cuties bear .
So pompous his form, and so wily her face,
That never a hall such a braveheart did grace;
While her mother did cry and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the fair Radhika whispered, " 'T were better by far
To have matched my fair sister with the loony cuties bear. "
One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,
When she jumped through the window, and the Cuties stood near
So quickly the wily fox ran to the bike,
And leapt up the seat before cuties ran !
"She is gone ! they are gone, over bank, bush, and river;
They'll have party at IF," quoth young Cuties bear
There was clapping among the friends in the IF clan;
Gardes, Rajsri, and Misti, they danced and they sang
There was laughing and singing on IF circle,
For the wily daughter of Shastri ne'er do they want to see.
So faithful in duty, and so dauntless in friendship,
There never was braveheart like the young Cuties?
Cricket
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