Many physicists today postulate the existence of multiple universes, even when sober. We used to live in a world of infinite possibilities. Now we live in an infinite number of worlds. India shines. Democracy thrives. The economy booms. A hundred flyovers bloom. This is not that India. If you see your picture here one day, don’t worry. That’s not you.
Man of Glass
Upper class, man of glass
Totally transparent
Easily, see through me
It’s all quite apparent.
A gives money
Straight to B
There’s nothing to hide.
Nuts to you
Go and sue
Gorment’s on my side.
Mummy-ji, loving me
Playing games with fruit
You can shout
I’ll just pout
Or chill out with my loot
Mummy see, ragging me
Can’t you make them stop?
Why so mad? What’s so bad?
They gave you the shop
Salman-bhai, said he’d die
Why has he not done it?
In this fight, might is right
How come you’ve not won it?
Mummy G, let me be
I have golf and gym
One-two flats, minor stats
Grandkids need to swim
I see you, through and through
It’s all crystal clear
I blame you, yes I do
They’re losing all their fear
Nice one
but why Priyanka Gandhi is maintaining Manmohanic silence??
haha…Her Silence is conspicuous
Just so lovely.
Sounds like children’s tongue-twister-challenge. I don’t understand some words from this poem, but I think I catch the right tune at all.
Good as always…
Good one..perfect rhyming
Excellent! In the best tradition of Russian poets-revolutionaries…
Thanks. I love Brecht, who was kind of Russian, in spirit.