Every evening
As I walked back after dinner
I would see the man
Through the expansive glass windows
Of villa number seven
Sitting on the floor
Watching television
While the family of three
Sat around the dining table
Enjoying their meal
"Decent people"
That is what you might say
If you met the family somewhere
"Genteel"
Well heeled
Well educated
With their pretty rain washed SUV
Parked outside
And yet they chose to drive
Their feudalism
With them
In their fancy SUV
All the way from Mumbai to Goa
Nice people
Bhale log
Make the people that feed them sit on the floor
While they revel on the high table
As I walked back after dinner
I would see the man
Through the expansive glass windows
Of villa number seven
Sitting on the floor
Watching television
While the family of three
Sat around the dining table
Enjoying their meal
"Decent people"
That is what you might say
If you met the family somewhere
"Genteel"
Well heeled
Well educated
With their pretty rain washed SUV
Parked outside
And yet they chose to drive
Their feudalism
With them
In their fancy SUV
All the way from Mumbai to Goa
Nice people
Bhale log
Make the people that feed them sit on the floor
While they revel on the high table