Beguiling despair has painted saffron on blue tinted royalty
And the red weeps at the smiling toddlers
Running across the busy street.
Oh! the wicked cab
that swallows the young bud..
and reflects the old stud who shines....
And the kids-
falter with a raving gentle thud...
Sister cries while Mrs. whines
And steals the glittering-
Some hundred woes fleet,
and some thousand woes they greet....
And over the years
Thin limbs shrink
The abdomen swells
The eyes blink
And the cab shrieks...
Empty pail full of lies and stale rice of yesterday morning
Brewing with stench and squalor-
That lives within a mother's frowning
And a father lives his tiny life
On a crazy ride
On some malodorous toxic liquor....
Dutiful beer right at its place
To satiate the bulging adipose
And the whore's ear-ring kisses the Mister's
As the Mrs squirts......
The mighty takes
An unassailable lead...
As the black tinted words have begun weeping..
We are all..
Baranagar Heritage Walk
1 day ago