The menu offers Brain masala
but I don't know what to get,
Samosa Brothers are singing
their Sad song in my ear,
with their long eye-lashes
and their pretty beards
and a Black-veiled woman is
flashing her goods
at me: one thousand and one
amazing titles for a Book
that has been forgotten
among the paperbacks
in Jinnah market.
The parrot-seller is upset:
his parrots are still in his
cage, and no One is buying
hot, Spicy mixed brain
is all we need
as the day comes slowly
to its
end.
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