An ode to a small community that has given me so much joy over the years and continue to do so. Never regretted a minute of it especially when working for a cause!
Of course, I have been advised by a friend who is a legal eagle and an expert in such matters to furnish a disclaimer of sorts:
The characters in this poem are fictitious and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental!
And for those of you who can feel the context in which this is written and find an apparent likeness, identify yourself, stand tall, enjoy and know that your laughter and joy of living is written in stone!
LOOK
WHAT PERSIA SENT US
Down South
Mumbai way, live two girls named Binaifer,
One decidedly
deciduous, the other constant conifer.
Wonder why
they are referred as regions geographic,
Their mere
existence, in the tropics, defies extreme logic!
This is said
in praise and not indiscriminate scorn,
Both are
as fresh as dewdrops in the early morn,
Befalling
night does not darken their brows,
And they will
not go gently like docile cows!
Act 2,
Scene 1 presents Farrokh, that old bauger,
Sipping
his first gin laced with generous lager,
Staring at
the cuckoo in the gulmohar tree,
Thinking
about the world and being free!
They say
they are melancholy and eccentric,
Sometimes
their circles may not be concentric,
I beg to
differ and exclaim that is not so
Until I
espy Freny trying to lick her big toe!
They stand
on the shores, daring Darkness’ rising tide,
No doubt
that Life and Right are firm by their side,
Following
terms and conditions to the letter,
Without
them, without a doubt, life would not be better!
Antonio
