Sometimes he sleeps in the stable
And wakes up to gadflies' hubbub.
Scarcely a woman waits for him
At the Pub to secure his wallet.
He neighs like a horse after two gulps of cheap liquor
And she plucks the gray hair from his beehive like beard.
After sometimes both of them groan
And the Platonic love continues till the rickety stable closed.
For Raj Nandy my friend the Historian poet!
nimal dunuhinga
Lucky Raj, hope he enjoys this tribute and dedication. What a fascinating and very interesting scenario. Wonderful imagery and thought-provoking tale. I quite enjoyed it, still rather intrigued, though.