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A STRANGE STATE OF AFFAIRS
I and my own are stranded
As hornets and wasps hover around
To sting and bite us
Hyenas encircle us with hate-filled ferocity
Vultures wait greedily for their chance to pounce
And devour our human remains.
Tell me my beloved rare woman:
Is this how guests who have been robbed
Of their werewithal and hard-earned money
Are treated in a land which is famous
As an isle of civilized men and women?
We are stranded in a land wherein
People regard as aliens and savages
Militants and fanatics bent only on mayhem.
You, my fairest, Adorable Aphrodite
Are far and thousands of miles away
From this land of white-skinned imperialists.
My best friend is not allowed to meet me.
My country's envoys are enjoying winter holidays
In the Swiss Alpine mountains.
We are shuddering amidst callous coldness
I and my little daughter
Are like two strangers with nobody present
To help us and straighten matters for us.
The big boss of the team is in a clinic
Being treated for his skin ailments.
His secretary is still on the loose
And the law men and women
Are unable to catch that goose.
A con femme fatale's victims we are:
I and my little daughter...
Suffering the harshness of winter
On the roads and railway stations of London.
You know that my love for you is boundless
And it is destined to be forever and ever...
I know God Almighty will help us
Sooner or later
But all we ask of you: me and my daughter
Is a silent,quiet and loving prayer
Which can take on wings and reach the highest
Of God Almighty's unfathomable bower.
Remember O my dearest saviour
You saved me not so long ago
From a deep and sucking mire
Encouraging me not to give up hope
While extending your hand of favour
Please do not betray your composure
And stretch yet again your forceful posture
And do all you can for me and my daughter.
And for your deep sense of poetic wisdom
Let me close this sad disclosure
With the famous lines from Gray's "Elegy":
"The curfew tolls the knell of parting hour
And winding the herd slowly over the lea
The plowman' plods his weary hour
And leaves the world to darkness and she".
