1.
In this land of ours
The little boy
Asked his maulvi father
Why do trees have Hindu names?
The maulvi whacked him on the head
And said
Don't create a new set of problems
2.
My uncle
Who was a Gaussian inspired economist
Said to me
A nation's prosperity
And true worth
Can be judged by the pedigree of
Her whores
3.
When
I opened the door
Victor Hugo met me
And he was naked
Hugo had surrendered his clothing
To his valet
Who was not to return it
Until the day's writing had been compiled
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Murud
He slept
Under the pine trees
Covering himself
With a blue tarpaulin sheet
To prevent scalding hot, bat droppings from falling on his face
Unknown to him
Every sunset
Thousands of bats
Flew many nautical miles across the sea
They returned in the morning
Exhausted
That's
When he woke up
To their sunrise babble
He
Folded the blue sheet into a neat quadra size
Patted his own back
And said, how clever I am
Under the pine trees
Covering himself
With a blue tarpaulin sheet
To prevent scalding hot, bat droppings from falling on his face
Unknown to him
Every sunset
Thousands of bats
Flew many nautical miles across the sea
They returned in the morning
Exhausted
That's
When he woke up
To their sunrise babble
He
Folded the blue sheet into a neat quadra size
Patted his own back
And said, how clever I am
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