Written on 8 February, 2013

My polyglot pen tries to make
Several points
On the even surface of
Unwritten paper.
It hasn't got the same effect
For it whores around the whole surface,
Bastardizing various tongues
(Mostly South Indian).
All words break loose
When the good Indian woman's bun
At the nape of my neck
Tumbles down.
Sense can only be
Sieved in the kitchen.