Mad: 3 - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
He was getting flushed with shame.
He was scolding all the animals
calling them uncivil and uncultured.
Then he was forcefully dressing all those
that were unknowingly going near him.
The dogs were sweating in heat
wearing the civil attire.
The cocks and hens were running to and fro
Wearing the ultramodern tight British dress,
the helpless cats were mewing on the streets.
The towns-folk burst into laughter
seeing his acts.
Looking at them, he suddenly cried out in anger,
'Brethren or gentlemen, now you, yes you,
kindly start putting off all your cloths.
You have no right to be covered with this civil dress
because you have already lost that right.'
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