Myself, Ego, Rooftop Restaurants And The Persian Carpet

My Gabardine Coat, Necktie, Van Heusen shirt, Quadroy trouser And the Dolce & Gabbana classic polished shoes Like a mirror and I see my wrinkled face. I take my meals in the Rooftop Restaurants Most of the time, I eat shark fin soup and Nasi Goreng For the dessert a Marshmallow pudding And I come down with the escalator See my Alloy wheel Italian sports car Alfa Romeo in the parking lot. My old Chauffeur takes a catnap there. We go to Golf links and I strike the ball to infinity with the iron club And by the time I think of old Chauffeur's teenage fashionable wife. I gulp two or three Gordon's Gin pegs And back home late at midnight. My religious wife sniffs not Alcohol but the rare frgrance of perfumes. I saw black diamonds in small pieces scattered on my bare body And I found myself early in the morning sleeping on the Persian carpet The ticks of my pet Chihuahua's running all over my body, She still groans on her luxurious bed! * To the contemporary poet friend Raj Arumugam in gratitude!