He begs at the Bandra Lucky Hotel Signal SV Road
heavily drunk his legs unable to take his weigh badly
floored his future perhaps sudden instantaneous death
is what might be in store old bedraggled ugly he has lost
his youth that he could have whored...on his head unwittingly
hangs a double edge sword..sometimes while he is drunk
the drugaddicts steal his money hidden within his saree fold
will the spurious hooch sellers hang for murder what about the cops who had their hands in the pot of gold will they go scott free a thought unfolds ,,you banned beef great now why dont you ban those illicit booze addas where this poison is sold or it is political necessity that has you your government in a vicious hold.when a poor man dies heavens cry i am told distraught families with your measly compensation left out in the cold
