Why a rose I could not partake
From the bush that adorns my home?
She said: Do you want Som?
I said No! But I followed the rose
Into the shop and took it for Him
For 500 bucks.
The vendor said: You know what,
PAPE IS A HUGE SHIT BLOT!
Why, I asked. And he said: He's a
Murderous fiend who prepares
Funerals.
Never Again, I told, my flower friend
Will I go for a funeral. He said, OK then,
I'll tell you all. Look about for colours
That's all.
The green the blue the red and silver
Black and white keep changing, I saw.
Yes, he said.
Blue and green for peace.
Red for fire.
Silver for work under progress.
Yellow for stop.
Black for someone died here, keep HER AWAY!!!!!!
White for we are now all angels.
Where is the white, I asked?
My flower friend said: Right here as Lilies
In my flower shop.
Near a stall a flower is 20 paise a piece
And at my shop by a school I'm bound to
Sell it for 500 or Pape would have killed me.
It was His birthday then and I went to
My flower friend and spent a bomb
On white and royal lilies for
The choco bomb.
The houses unmade will be made? I enquired.
He said never. That's where Pape plans
The funerals.
And the pots? I asked!
There's a big scam there.
Pape uses pots to fill them with blood,
So beware!
Buy the cheap perfumes now sweet girl,
Said my friend.
They are as good as Gucci or Versace.
For 40 bucks?
Yes.
Why are they only sold at the pious
Worshippy kind of places, I asked.
Because, he said Pape is a big shit blot.
He plans murders at these worshippy places,
He whispered in my ears.
And my eyes wide with horror I rushed
Home to Him.
40 bucks to a lakh. Who buys the Gucci
And Versace then I asked my friend?
He said nobody; they are used for the funerals!
Why oh why? My friend pacified me and
Took me for a dip into the far vast seas.
Then she gave me lots of juice
To fortify me for the big breakthrough.
The funerals are all cases of murders
I asked my friend over a juice?
She said: Yes, don't cry now? Pakka? Promise me.
And then I realised I've lost my dad.
And the Lady who comes over is a big shit ass
Who poisons me just because my friend
Wanted me to tell you about the Great
Flower Scam over which every soldiers
Has laid down their lives.
As all the stalls are now burnt to the ground
And all the evil school ditches are razed
And bound to the ground
I found in my heart the Love for God and Him and Him and also
My Father All of 22 by my side
Giving me courage to narrate to you today
The true story behind the Evil Flower Scam:
Every Soldier's Real Fight!
As I end this poem my pals
Pape has been arrested
And put in a laser cell,
Never again to murder a man,
Woman or child!
So play children,
Sing songs my friends
And pals,
All you guys and gals!
Celebrate because this day
According to God's will
We have been freed
From Pape's slavery,
Freed from the United Nations.
The governments are sacred
As I bequeath all to Him:
The King of the Universe!
Rejoice, refresh, rejuvenate!
Invite into your lives
Immortal Paradise--
Immortal nectar called
Work, worship, play and love and life...
--- Doel Sengupta
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