Jaspal Calls.


Jaspal never keeps time

he milk listens to chimes

not of the hourly clock

but of the human flock.

 

His mobile phone has a song

Hindi one as the tune nothing wrong

comes with my milk from afar

a place called Bidor not in his car.

 

He motors through in his bike

a milk can tied in a strike

glides through my lane  so late

makes me wait near the gate.

 

It so happens and happened many a time

if not wrong in scores  of times

I would walk in tired of waiting  throughout

a bonanza for the monkeys out  and out.

 

The day before I opened my door

lo! saw the big old monkey on the floor

had my milk  tied in a packet  in hand

had removed partially the rubber band.

 

It was sipping the milk through the opening small

I tried to drive him off  with a cane not small

it made faces and sat there unperturbed  in ease

after a time it walked away throwing the milk  in a tease.

 

That be the fate of my milk on the day before

all my tricks fail in frightening him to the core

my containers serve no purpose in all

every day I have to be on alert when Jaspal calls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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