Disturbed slumber
through the night,
To mosquitoes, surrender
the only way to fight;
Dark shapes and fans
buzz till light,
A thousand ruppees stolen
and kept out of sight;
Bags turned inside out, a mess
in a vain attempt, quite useless,
Eying eachother with doubt
while a clever liar slinks about;
Compensation pooled in and payed,
A small price compared,
I snigger softly to myself,
and at what I dared.
No comments:
Post a Comment