Four or five brothers, some squatting on the wall,
some lazing on the cot.
They smoke endless bidis,
grin for their brother I have brought back somehow,
faster than the mobile phone they agree now.
Great food full of love and family,
then the great perpetual borewell,
along comes biking a friend looks a local biker,
crazy landlord now also a bootlegger.
Soon becomes a great friend of mine,
treats me like a king brother serves salad, wine,
and his connections, and slaves squatting,
some trying to connect, some can’t comprehend.
Also a bank which will give has its loan officer,
asks for such plenty signatures, says,
no need to read, thumb signs will do,
will make a good loot of acres.
The squatting grinners, for them it is all a game,
a feet above is the better of them believes in shame,
alcohol cannot escape so along is a loan retriever,
to show it’s really only a gamer.
The heat is strong, sleep is all we should do,
preferably like this, all the while, under the tree,
the fresh air is look so natural so addictive,
no chemical all organic,
Nah! not my cup of tea,
you have it, I have to leave now,
Time it is to me. Space it’s unto you.
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