premji premji - (016) 2020

A cobbler named Rama
got married to Serena,
a washer-woman.
Ceremonies were avoided
as the country face
grave recession.
Somehow he was able to get
one glass of milk,
for her to bring
and them to share
on their first night.
When he was about to
begin the act,
heard somebody knocking
on the door.
'Shit', he yelled out of
frustration and opened the door.
Two policemen and a White were
standing at the doorstep.

'Gentleman,
do you have the license? '
The White asked.
(With strong American accent)
'For what? '
'For making love,
you know
we have already patented it.
So do you have it? '
'No.'
'Well Gentlemen,
what will you do
when you find someone
doing something
which he is not allowed to? ”
'We will put him
behind the bars.',
said the policemen.
'Then why do you
waste time? '
They took Rama and vanished
in the darkness.

'Oh! Serena…
You are a nice piece of ….. '
the White said
while bolting from inside.

04.04.99


Dedicated to the farmers who committed suicide.

premji premji

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