COLUMN BUSY BEE - AUGUST

59 years of Independence
What should our prayers be?
“If there’s no wind may we learn to row
Become the change we want to see”
“Through the bedlam, (Of “awkward acoustics”)
May it “rock”, for you and me!”

Meanwhile added to the list
Of (last month’s) “Fearful”, “flooding” M’s
A freaking “Mole” of “covert value”
Fetched fun for a change!
Even if it isn’t Alzheimer’s,
Jaswantji be forgiven
This adorable “dot”
(Meant to ward the evil eye)
Ran blotchy and sadly stained,
His reputation, as a “playwright”,
Not a politician per say!
Only on a comparative scale
(Of sleaze and slime)
He lost this time, to Natwarji.
The 3 mystery “Missives” which suddenly
Swung the media arc light
Caught a greasy cat (out of the barrel),
Ready for a fight
On a slippery track which I daresay,
Could not have been worse
Than the mucky roads, where incessant rains,
Turned our honey homes
To musty Dhobi Ghats.

And here the last of the M’s,
Of this “August” assemblage
A mottled conspirator, caused misery unsaid
A loathsome, hateful, terror monster
It literally took the cake
My ired goat my leather coat
What a havoc it did wreck
Blotched and blemished, stained and speckled
Leaving nothing in its fold
Dotted, dappled, this dank and dusty
The wicked Malwa Mould.