Avon Das From Mumbai Bridge....

With God's consent I am creating then "Avon Das is in Mumbai's waste bin".... I thought I was dreaming last night that is not true, I am not right clearly awake in the darkest place surprised by only one trace truly to my opinion, it was a waste having found that drunkard in this human place he sat drinking alcoholin the coldest surround I regretted that I have walked too long around the worst of this all is he ate and drank the orphanage money and all there is he came as a lamb in wolves' clothes while eating delicious melba's toasts added with imported UK's whiskey especially for he exported in euforia by his adopted UK mother poetess Maggie Magnolia she does not know that her adopted son is Mumbai's clochard a well known drunkard he called himself Avon Das I don't know whether he is clean or just a trash all the time he is harassing innocent people and then he blames the best poets about their bad grammar, time and again a constant liar, an eternal drunkard, in fact he is the village's clochard he had no respect nor true value upon the world around he believes in God but spitted nonstop upon His laws he keeps stalking upon innocent people around…. ©Sylvia Frances Chan Tuesday 9th July 2019- Dutch Time