How do you solve a problem like Somaiya?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find the word that means Somaiya?
A nay-sayer! A yeller! An obstinate clown!
Many in the family adore her,
Her superior intelligence could put a Jeeves to shame;
The psychology of any individual is an open book to her,
In a game of chess a victory she can easily claim.
She is often held to be an angel and a child,
A gentle soul, an eve lamb and a darling;
She makes others laugh and keeps them bemused,
Her imagination is never wanting, always on a wing.
Aspiring to swim like a fish and dance like a diva,
She is justifiably proud of her long and flowing mane;
Doing school work on an iPad she detests,
Watching teeny serials and a smart phone addiction is her bane.
She may look as flighty as a feather,
But has great strength in her bones;
Many a medal has she won while playing football,
She loves gorging on pizzas and ice cream cones.
But many others around her are often left confused,
They have no clue as to where exactly they stand;
Unpredictable as weather, with repeated bouts of anger,
In many a peril they suspect the sleight of her hand.
Often, their toothbrushes, combs and shoes could go missing,
She is taken as a headache and a riddle waiting to be solved;
Unlike Kid Clementina, adding sherbet to inkpots is passé,
Changing the settings of other’s smart phones keeps her involved.
A fine specimen of the female of our species,
Bobby Wickham is the one she apes, though her hair is black;
Getting invited to parties and movies she relishes,
In unleashing goofy schemes she is neither wanting nor slack.
She hastens the spiritual evolution of those around her,
Thos would surely be envious of her track record;
A chin-up attitude is necessary to deal with her,
With those who take her acts lightly she strikes a chord.
She is the lord and master of all she surveys,
All around her are expected to do her bidding;
From Seabury she would like to learn the art,
Of making butter slides for erring parents, no kidding!
When it comes to giving others a supercilious gaze,
Treating them as dust beneath her bicycle wheels;
She could teach a thing or two to Oswald Glossop,
Making them either jump in lakes or take to their heels.
She is someone who could try others’ patience no end,
She always knows which side of her bread is buttered;
Her toys and dolls are invariably left in a state of disarray,
Her room, drawers and shelves are always cluttered.
Dressing up and leaving for school is a chore she dislikes,
Washing her face does not come easy, also combing her hair;
But she loves the company of her friends there,
She waltzes inside her school and even whistles on the stair.
Many a thing you know you’d like to tell her,
Many a thing she ought to understand;
But how do you make her stay and listen to all you say,
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Somaiya?
How do you hold the rays of moon in your hand?!
(Inspired by a song from the movie ‘The Sound of Music’)
Read Full Post »
looney helps him to make the dove of peace flap its sonorous wings over his abode, he does not hesitate.
ashokbhatia 