Someday, you may find the rain knocking on your window, seeking shelter for the night. ‘I am being hunted like a wild beast,’ it may say in a small voice dripping with the smell of desolation and musty fables.
A sari’s drape is nothing like a suit; A pin-striped jacket’s cut is far more slick; When glass and bamboo ceilings need the boot, They say a trouser’d likely do the trick.
