When the war is over
Who would care about Prufrocks
If not for Eliot himself...
I would love to kill Patel’s tree
Like Miss Julie kills herself
Because I’m Liard in Munroe’s foxfarm
Or aught but not the valet Jean
Or maybe I’d like to let out
A far cry from Africa
Or simply cut grass like Mrs Turner
When the war is over
Bluebeard will use force
Oblivious of the dragoons
And musketeers
But Baba will cling on
To his gramophone and play
“Don’t Fence Me In!”
When the war is over
I will struggle like The Fly
I will buy a gift from Araby
And confess my love
To Mangal’s sister
By the reservoir
When the war is over
Let’s say
We are going
And go enlist again...
PS: Written in 2016 in the memory of my PGD in English classes at Sherubtse College.
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