Made in India, Built in India, But reared in foreign, Present-day Indian high-up mom Dressing and designing Her ladli Just like an airport landing Outlandish belle Speaking Hindi or In an Anglicized tone So nasally Which but only mom understands Her mumbling and fumbling.
Oh, mom with the daughter, Her ladli daughter And both of them Looking alike twin sisters, Cut and paste copies, Mother cut and pasted on the daughter's face And the daughter cut and pasted on her mom's face, Made for each other, Mom cannot without her chirpy daughter, Nagging and bragging daughter!
bijay kant dubey 08-May-2016 22:46 PM
Like mom, like daughter. Late night party, late night drinks and dance parties. The scene is just like that of Nissim Ezekiel's Goodbye Party To Miss Pushpa T.S. The mother haunts the daughter. Mom's daughter, dad's not, in the jeans pants and with mobile phone handset telephoning. Disco jockeys, bar tenders, saleswomen; the glam girls talking of gala and glitz.
