The bestest contest is free

~ Mohamed Umar Farooq

You can’t question my integrity
Nor can u denigrate me and my brains.
Hundred fathoms deep
In the river of conspiracy
I throttled my cerebrum
To swim against the current.
I had replenished my cerebral hemispheres
With ideas of chronic wit carnage.
My superfluous ebbullience
Is a camouflage
That shrouds my shrewd valour
That can toggle between
Past learnt distich
And now unlearnt pastiche.
I distill my perception whiskey
With fermented seventh sense
Aged and cased
In a white oak skull casket.
Now my perception whiskey
Has aged like fine wine. It
Smells fine and tastes fine.
And I know,  a pint of its spirit
Passed on to you
Will make your tipsy flight,
A migration into the
Perpetual realm of
Sagacious  cognizance.
But then again ,
For brewing my perception whiskey
In your distillery, firstly
You need to be
The best sommelier of the world.
And you know not
The bestest of the bestest contest
Is free


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Published by Mohamed Umar Farooq

The creative virus in me has mutated into new forms as a teacher, poet, writer, theatrist, speaker, a film enthusiast, a nature lover and a photographer . This virus indeed has enhanced my immunity against mundane life. This virus has by and large replicated in me and in others... Join me for an infection....

3 thoughts on “The bestest contest is free”

  1. What if Ceasar had escaped the trap of Brutus and Modern Shakespeare had crafted a prideful Soliloque after that? That would be named “The Bestest Contest Is Free”. Like how Caesar is boastful of his valour the speaker here is boastful of his knowledge and wit which he also evidently proves he possesses through retorting and retaliating metaphors of swimming in the ocean of conspiracy and wit that is matured like wine by age. And in the end that if-you-are-bad-i’m-your-dad touch saying that a tinch of a whisk give to the conspirators will stagger them is indeed the height of wit. The author did not make the speaker go ranting garrulisy about the back-stabbers instead the gladiator Maximus. In totto it is the feast of wit.

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  2. This poem is mandatory for everyone’s life. The narrative of the poem is fierce and decked with honed words!!! ” My superfluous ebbullience is a camouflage that shrouds my shrewd valour…..” shows the ingenious spirit of the poet!!! From top to bottom, it is an intellectual package glowing with the immense knowledge of the poet himself in this poem. And, it mirrors an intense attack given to a stooge who thinks himself to be wise. A thought provoking one to mould one’s life…..

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  3. Flamboyant, Resolute, Roaring and Vigorous..
    It is just a slap bang reply to the ludicrous conspirators, whose actions question the integrity of the author. With ease, he basks in the sun of success after swimming in the pool of conspiracy and on the race of wit, swifts like refueled Ferrari. Like wine, the success and prosperity of the author is going to taste finer and shine brighter day by day and nevertheless, the pinch of his spirit, if passed on, sufficiently will get them majestic status.
    The bestest contest is absolutely free
    As usual, masterclass sir👌☺️

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