An Appa-shaped voidIs aching inside me
Who will make us“The best Masala Dosas in the world”?“I am not claiming it, I sayMy friend Russi Karanjia emblazoned itAcross the pages of the Blitz”
In the abstractI would like toLove my neighbourAnd earn meritFor my future lives
But when my neighbour isGrazing his cattle on my landStealing my jackfruit…