The Golden House By Salman Rushdie Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

What is golden in it
I don't see it,
It is about the amassing of
Unfathomable wealth,
Ill-gotten money, ill-spent money,
The fall from the zenith
All for eccentric and alcoholic living,
Independent life and thinking
With a flair for arts,
Desire to immigrate and settle
In New York's golden locality,
But without a house-keeper
To deal and dispense with
And as thus the house remains
With help from a cinematic neighbor
Wanting to make a film
Intervenes and intercepts
As a guide to be a part of
To see it otherwise.