His wife adjusted his tie;
Manu finished his mango pie.
He grabbed an Espresso-to-go,
and settled into his Ferrari with a sigh.
His greatgrandpapa had told him a tale of snakes,
but these days in Mumbai, there were none, for goodness sakes!
Unless you counted the business 'snakes', ......writhing for a deal.
Manu sometimes dreamed of porridge [not croissants] for a simple meal.
He swung into the corporate parking lot...reserved for young execs.
The building was complete with a gym, where he could exercise his 'pecs'.
It was down the hall from the gym that he....met a girl named Elsa.
Now, each Wednesday, without fail, they met for tortillas and salsa.
She was one of the I-T girls, single, made-up, and with a diaphragm.
I could write more of Elsa and Manu, but i might have to then be...... 'on the lamb'!
(March 2016)
Yes, this version of the story sounds quite sweet and more probable! With IT industry flourishing in India, most of the IT professionals lead a rather comfortable life! Hope Manu's and Elsa's friendship will fruition into a life long relationship! Great rhyming as ever!
Nice poem about the relationships in your city Mumbai, Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So, we discover another kind of snake in Mumbai- -the kind who cheats on his wife. You've written a decent poem here, mainly because it's interesting, unusual, and maybe even a little off-beat. (and I don't mean meter.) It's interesting you chose to end your poem with a reference to being on the lamb. I wanted to believe this is an attempt at a double entendre... (diet?) but failed to convince myself that's what I was seeing... Very creative piece of work, bri.