Unusual of the Maharaja,
he hunches over.. His turban
topples. The long moustache
dyed black shimmers.
He is an image for Air India,
zooms high with a roar
and disappears in the skies
an allure for ages.
He loses his prospect.
The revenue faces a setback.
He is up in the market.
Lo! bidders are few.
Royalty is for sale.
He is afflicted.
Who can buy a Maharajah?
Not you and me.
Meenas Poems 