PRIVATE DETECTIVE

There's so much more to say
There are both riddles and word play
Make sure you find the time
For these complex poems of crime
Because they seek your full involvement too
If you can't find the time, they're not meant for you
Interpret them as you may
Try again tomorrow or today
For example, if to begin, I say:-


”Anuj, my understudy,
read daily;
enigmatic riddles,
horsing around,
sitting often comfortably;
contemplatively
understanding
recursive, rhyming,
elaborate dialogues
in nearly two hundred eccentric poems,
obfuscating even me“


….Then what do I mean?


And the rest of this poem is also fraught with suspense
Alibis, Motives and Forensic Evidence
There are several clues in this thriller
I dare you to break the code and catch the killer


Here, everything has to rhyme
And there has to be a mystery in almost every line
I’m sure it will enthrall you and me
And also abide by rhythmic meters and melody


Before you ask, “What happened next?”
Remember, it’s a deconstructionist text
Everything happens within only these lines
Meet the suspects, be the detective and observe the crime


Do you understand what I’m saying or have said?
One day, a pedestrian, noticed a man, lying dead.
In front of a bank with currency notes strewn across
They called Detective David to inspect the cold corpse


Without any delay, David started to investigate
Assuming rightly that the police would, as usual, be late
He called out for witnesses and questioned them in succession
A few facts emerged from the interrogation


Apparently, shortly after the incident, a man was seen at that time,
By some in the crowd, scurrying away from the scene of the crime
They described him as wearing patent leather boots
And an expensive, pinstripe, tan colored suit.
He also wore a blue or green shirt and a red or black tie.
Then the coroner told David when the victim had died


Death had happened at nine at night
When the security was reportedly, not all that tight
And then finally, when the police came around,
Strange marks near the victim were found


Ah, a twist in the plot!
I like it a lot
And then?
Did anything happen?
With its smashed glasses and tattered shirt
The dead body was lying in the bloody dirt


David thought that the reason of death may be a little hazy
But he couldn’t yet rule out a conspiracy
The marks could be a secret message for the detective to save
Left by the killer whose description people gave


The contents of his pocket and wallet revealed
A letter of appointment at ten with a “B”
A set of cards, restaurant bills and keys
A cryptic message the victim had tried to conceal
8-14-24-26-17-14-3-4-20
Letters from a woman who was not the victim’s wife
And several threats to his life


A receipt showed that a lot of money had been withdrawn from the bank
But most of the money had vanished and so, David’s hopes sank
Was it a serial killer crime or simply a case of Theft?
Were there any other clues left?
Was the killer’s name, a palindrome?
Did the killer suffer from a syndrome?


And then it struck David
Thinking over various things
That it was not a palindrome but an acronym
That killed the victim
The name was a warning in itself that you couldn’t ignore
A self contained warning filled with gore.


And before I give you the final clue,
Let me say this to you:-I didn’t reveal the end as though I had something to hide
Even David couldn’t grasp it no matter how much he tried


Although half of what I say is meaningless
For the other half, I digress
And parts of it can’t be understood.
It is often gibberish. And gobbledygook


Do you find it elementary, my dear Watson!
Finding out whodunit and how it had been done?
So, then, you’re right, missus and mister
This poem was sinister