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INTO THE FUTURE
Goodbye autumn (after Louis MacNeice)
KEKI N. DARUWALLA
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Contemplations on the passing of time… An original poem by renowned poet
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Goodbye autumn the nights are getting longer the dregs in the coffee cup announce a bunch of strangers.
Will they come to Oberoi or will they come to Taj? Or to my paper-strewn flat built years after the Raj?
Will they come by motor boat or will they come by air and pass through Immigratio nsans passports without care?
Will they come with laurel leaves or will they come with flowers or AK 47s and a bullet- shower?
Will we see some action from the Home Minister or will he be another condolence messenger? The New Year is arriving no coffee dregs need tell us how will he roll the dice will he buy or sell us? Will oil rise up the barrel? Will OPEC gain or lose? Do we use the skateboard, or cycle as we choose?
Will carbon cloud the planet? Will asthma crowd our chest? Do we clean up the smog or merely beat our breasts?
Will the new year bring us joy or will he bring us grief? Will he come with ringing bells or sneak in like a thief?
Goodbye autumn the days are getting shorter will we hit a six, or be bowled out by a snorter? December 3, 2008
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