Musicians, poets and writers,
They decided to organize functions at the weak ends.
They organized many weak end evenings,
But all their efforts failed and success remained a dream,
Their utility bills remained unpaid,
They could not even pay the rent of the auditorium.
Then they appointed a Marketing Secretary,
A beautiful charming and appealing lady,
Twenty Eight years of age,
She was fluent in many languages.
Her name, I think it is irrelevant,
Let us call her Miss X,
She chalked out a lovely plan,
And materialized it with great success!
She met Gapphar Bhai,
A leading industrialist,
And invited him as the chief guest,
For the next weak end show.
The Saturday evening became memorable,
In the history of the auditorium,
Many great artists came with their paintings,
Many great poets came with their poems,
Musicians with their instruments,
Singers with their lovely songs,
Delighted the audience who were allowed to come in,
After purchasing costly entrance tickets,
All round the auditorium was decorated,
With the advertising materials of the products,
Of the mills and factories owned by Gapphar Bhai,
An illiterate industrialist who could neither read nor write.
The show was a big success and finally certificates were awarded,
Sattar Bhai won the award of the singer of the weak,
Tauphik Bhai won the award of the musician of the waek,
Ruksana Bai won the award of the artist of the weak,
And the lucky mother of the three winners Julekha Bai,
None else but the wife of Gapphar Bhai was the poetess of the weak.
All the pending bills of the promoting organization were paid,
Day by day the excess of income over expenditure rose to great heights,
Now the organization has its own popular web site,
All thanks all credits to Miss X.