Mumbai

It's a love affair where
I didn't have any
choice but to submit
Mostly she doesn't
love you back
Stinking, rude, unbending
But when she feels like it
she'll show you
what she can be,
what she can do
She taunts you
she teases you
She shows you how
she's a better mistress
to her moneyed lovers
and reminds you
that if have no
hidden pile of gold
you don't quite belong
Just go away, she says
You're a slave to
the real masters, the pigs
that rule the roost
Maybe it's one way
traffic and someday
you'll really go away
But then she'll seduce
you from the distance
Some love affairs, they,
just are that way.
Bloody fucking hell.