The monsoon clouds are all over like pre-pubescent urchins
As fire rises from the scorched earth.
Something new goes wrong everyday now!
As the half dozen water pumps whine, and Bahadur washes the 7th car, I get an epiphany!
Maybe, they deserve the polluted air ppm count with their 7 cars
Maybe apathy brought on ruination.
Even the vultures who pick flesh off Parsi bones, I nod gratitude!
I tolerate my illiterate, rich, drunk, whoremongerer neighbours