Mr. Venkat Ram Subramaniam Nath Iyer Poem by Kevin Joy Varghese

Mr. Venkat Ram Subramaniam Nath Iyer,
well, he's a petty liar.
A stout and petite man,
living a life with no plan.

One day, he goes out with his friends,
telling them about the latest trends
he tells them his tale,
the one which is stale.
About how he opened a barber shop,
which just went absurd and was a total flop.
Opening a barber shop near the Golden Temple,
who persuaded him to take this gamble?
Mr. Venkat Ram Subramaniam Nath Iyer,
well, he's a petty liar.

Another day, he tells them another of his story,
after reciting it, he got no sorry.
He told them about how he opened a chain of non-veg restaurants,
of which the only feedback he received was a load of taunts.
The problem though, that all were located in Brahmin localities,
where he was about to open KFC facilities.
Mr. Venkat Ram Subramaniam Nath Iyer,
well, he's a petty liar.

He boasted highly of all the gains,
but even the people knew of all his pains.
Nowadays people can't stop laughing at his endless tales of fiction,
for he's an astonishing mix of contradictions.
Mr. Venkat Ram Subramaniam Nath Iyer,
well, now all know that he's a petty liar.