I left an umbrella at the bus stop
The umbrella was yellow and grey
It had broad stripes on either sides
It was used during rain and a sunny day

The umbrella was left alone,
Along came a dog with a bone
And in the ardent summers of may
Beside the umbrella it lay;

A day later, A man came with his wife
She looked at the umbrella and thought it was pretty nice
They waited for the bus to arrive,
But the umbrella lay still at the side

It was one day when I came back again
And saw the umbrella held it's place,
It's handle was broke and filled with grease
It was filled with holes, yet stood with ease
It fell on the ground
When it was pushed by my little niece
My umbrella was abandoned again,
It had gone weary and with rusty chains.

Young Mohan was three by the time
Borders were made
And an angry facist peddler sung in disdain,
Sentiments were breached and so was time,
There were bloodsheds more often by the time he was nine;
In patriotic leu and an abundant of moral synecdoche
Religion, apathy, martyr meaning terrorism
Young Mohan was thrown
As a vendor who stole money
And saw women on screen,
The green had gone green
Humanity was a partake on films
Flimsy films and orange bandanas
Verbal stench ruining the hymn of jove,
Topsy turvy Independence naught,
Mohan had seen women with tops
And women without them,
He had seen them dressing with conch flowers delicate on their boudoir of black facade,
And he stared to what the Country had become
In the orange lights of Saree,
And the spit of beetle juice,
His country was sold.

Kaboom!
I shoot myself
Kaboom!
Here we go again

In the head Henry,
In the head

On a summer's night,
I killed you.
I panicked, and cried
And picked up the telephone.
"Hello, I killed a man,
He is dead, I could have ran
But I love him and I'm bold,
His scones and tea have turned cold;
In the drawing room carpet he lay,
As if asleep like yesterday,
I took a knife and stabbed him thrice
His favourite food was curry and rice;
He came back home everyday at three
He would rush into my arms and hug me
He kept my picture on display
And smiled at me everyday,
I stabbed him thrice and shot him twice
And held his body and cried all night
I proved to be a killer this time
Instead of being a loving wife;
Arrest me and take my life"

"Ma'am I'm sorry but you husband is gone
It has been 10 years and forlorn,
It was the rain when you came to me
And he was lying beneath the tree,
A car had hit him a night on May
I remember everything clear as day
His love hasn't set you free,
You are delusional,
Can't you see?"

My Japanese house is made of four walls,
North East with Kita
And South West with Tsurugi,

I painted my walls with nail chips that I bought from my land,
It's inhabited with skunk tails and sesame seeds,
I paint my walls for five scores and ten.

I bring unto my love into this foreign land,
splendour with Shobu and Lily,

I lie in peace and quiet as I stare at my Japanese walls.
The paint crumbles and falls upon me.

I really like ducks

They are yellow

Ducks are cool.

I like them a lot.