Avon Das From Mumbai Bridge.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

With God's consent
I am creating then
"Avon Das is in
Mumbai's waste bin"....

I thought I was dreaming last night
that is not true, I am not right
clearly awake in the darkest place
surprised by only one trace

truly to my opinion, it was a waste
having found that drunkard in this human place
he sat drinking alcoholin the coldest surround
I regretted that I have walked too long around

the worst of this all is
he ate and drank the orphanage money and all there is
he came as a lamb in wolves' clothes
while eating delicious melba's toasts
added with imported UK's whiskey
especially for he

exported in euforia
by his adopted UK mother poetess
Maggie Magnolia
she does not know that her adopted son
is Mumbai's clochard
a well known drunkard

he called himself Avon Das
I don't know whether he is clean or just a trash
all the time he is harassing innocent people and then
he blames the best poets about their bad grammar, time and again

a constant liar, an eternal drunkard,
in fact he is the village's clochard
he had no respect nor true value upon the world around
he believes in God but spitted nonstop upon His laws
he keeps stalking upon innocent people around….


©Sylvia Frances Chan

Tuesday 9th July 2019-
Dutch Time