Ram the Hon’ble Governor of the shit house
He sits on his tall chair and dictates
Tells you what to do and what not to
(and why and how and so on)
This saint of the crap house
Who had qualified for his lofty slot
For being ever so clean
(What he throws he consumes)
And having been born into the holy family
If there ever was one.
Hon’ble governor –oh he dictates
Where the shit should run and taps should weep
Going through the crap ever so gently
(Oh what a gentle man!)
Knowing what to treasure and what to hate
To separate the shit from the blood and from the semen
And each from the piss.
Yesterday his majesty
Shat a golden cream,
The house is bound to auction it
And make some money
To pass this lean time.
Somebody has stolen
The precious shit of mother Mary
The star of stars
Of the cess -pools
The town is intent on finding out the culprit
And you know who it would be
Whether or not he was there
And whether or not something was lost
Oh the town knows, oh the town!!
Benoy P J is a bilingual poet, short fiction author, painter, art critic and translator based in Kottayam. He is the author of many poetry and short fiction anthologies in Malayalam and English. His email: firstname.lastname@example.org. For more writings see www.posting-poetry.blogspot.com