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1947-The Peeing of the Peaked Peasantry - A Mocktail

Monah Kaur and Robert Kumar fled from London, came to ‘Hindustan’; tied the knot The 'Singhs' stopped their songs and 'Kumars at no. 42' burnt their studio; this rebellion; they will forget not A petite piece of land was gifted by Uncle Prem to mark their freedom With much thought the newly wed called it Garden of Eden They cleared the plot from crawling matters and built a woody farm house Within a year, Monah gave birth to twins; Lisa died; Minnie who survived became quiet as a mouse The air around still polluted in invasion and many cuffed in iron The sun and moon fairer than in London but nothing seemed fine The couple laboured and fostered peaches for Mr. Big Ben; returned home clad in blisters Minnie cried; and cried; her parents had no time and she desired a couple of sisters In financial distress the duo approached the heroic Farmer Bachan to assist his flock Pleased with their dedication he gifted them a Peacock. Minnie cried louder now, seeing this English present; she wasn’t a fan Bachan who was fond of the child, sent her way, a young Indian Peahen Minnie’s tears lost its way in the Ganges as the new birds found their click Around Christmas added to the family was a cute hybrid Pea-chick What adorable ‘chana’ like eyes had she! Without delay, Minnie named her Chick pea Eden now a 'Rangoli'; 'Ranisas' and 'Nawabs' soothed in ‘Masala’ tea All engrossed in the lights and sweetness of Diwali; no attention paid to the growth of The Serpent on that Apple tree. Those daffodils patented to Wordsworth, danced in the air In its abode, the serpent watched Eden, what a scare! One morning, Minnie fetched a Brown ladder to reach the tree which dazzled with rounds of juicy red The ladder attacked and killed; the child returned home badly bitten, almost to eternal slumber she bled Bachan’s sheep strayed to the road that was not to be taken, decreased from many to few Eden cried for The Good Shepard; The Foreign Raj ruthlessly bottled native stew Prayers were answered and on a Tiger came a Flying sheriff called ‘Shroff’ Bedecked in turfy ‘ceps’ and ‘pecs’; this essence fought in ‘huff & puoff’ Over time; in years almost equal to Tendulkar's century; the Serpent grew wicked miles The gladiator fought till his last breath, excreting the treacherous reptile back to the British Isles

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Date: 4/12/2018 9:07:00 PM
Great story :)
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Date: 6/7/2017 8:22:00 AM
Nice poem for us
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Date: 5/30/2017 3:21:00 AM
The title alone drew me to this poem :) Eden, Wordsworth... It's a comp;lete epic tale here, wonderful. Welcome to PoetrySoup.
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Rohini Balram
Date: 5/30/2017 12:13:00 PM
Thank you Darren. :)