Aditya-Dayanand Discussions,Comments and Pics -II - Page 31

Friends, specially Daya besotted gang,

Don't get me wrong. I can't dream of undermining Daya. But yesterday Abhijeet opened the door with a pocket knife, and the way he did it made my heart turn somersaults. So here I go with a stupid poem again:

I knew that

I loved his stare soul-searching,
I loved the way he walks,
I loved his drunken lurching.

I loved the way he talks

I loved each disguise smooth
I loved sarcastic smile,
I loved the gap in his tooth.

I loved his gait agile

Then came the pain and uncertainty- filled days of AKAKR

Now:

The way he takes a knife,

And flicks open closed doors,

Nowhere a hint of strife

Nowhere a bit brute force,

.

Suave is the word for him

Action, stare and look,

To block car of mujrim.

The confident stance he took

My Sun is a-shine again,

Free of the nightmare's pall,

Whose confusion, anguish, pain.

Had devastated us all,

The eyes no more focus lack

Are again sharp n sublime

Razor –sharp brain is back

To find and fight all crime

Originally posted by: nandiniraizada

The greatest shooter of CID

nice caps nandini....👏

suhani.cid, you call it cute. I call it stunningly sublime.Is that a paradox? Maybe, but that is what I feel.