He swats a fly,
belches, looks up
to her burqa-clad smile.
"Do you have underwears?"
"Men or Ladiez?"
"Do I look men to you?"
"Sorry! Babban Ladiez...
Ah! What size?"
"Ninety-five! Ummm...what colours do you have?"
"Blue, green, and brown!"
"All men's colours!" she frowns.
"What colour do you want?"
"Pink!"
"Babban! Nintey-five, ladiez, pink!"
"Do you think it will fit me?"
The baniya flashes a toothless grin,
"How can I say that...I mean..."
"Badtameez! Look at the way you're spilling!"
She slams the counter, stamps a roach,
storms out of the shop.
The Baniya nevertheless wise calls out,
"Madam! Please do stop again at my shop!"
This poem is for Mahmood Farooqui. It is inspired by an anecdote he told me. :-)
5 comments:
hahahahahahahahaha! Dan mian(budmash, buttameez) ,you rock!:) hugs ... Day
And yes, I am finally blogging...:)))
lol...this is a wonderfully funny account! i can only imagine the expression on the baniya's face! hahahaha
I know when u composed this ha ha... we were the first to hear it ha ha... good one :)
I know when this was composed :) We were the first ones to hear it... good one. cheers
funnily cynical.... liked ur style... wow i should say...
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