Saturday, July 22, 2006

Indian female

only an Indian would want,
for whatever reasons,
an Indian woman.

to tease her to go to jail.
to befriend her to get her chappals
and her fathers or brother's thapars
for fouling their family's name.
to marry her and be bonded
raising her up for ever and ever.

no, never. not even in the name of Allah,
I'll tease her, befriend her, marry her
or do anything with her; never, never.

so no jail, no bond, no bail.
no money backers, no smackers.
no rasgullas, no papdum, no crackers.
wonderful white women, no hackers!

lord Krishna was lucky
to handle a hundred milk maids.
my luck ran out when I stood up
from my seat in a crowded bus in India
and offered it to a standing pretty female.

no thank you, thank you, I appreciate.
but she looked at me with a piercing gaze
as if I had torn up her secret membrane,
and blurted in anger at me: "what d'ya mean?
you'll get me by offering your seat to me?"

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