I see a satire in a making,
Full of irony and still intact.
A toluene looks of the small being,
The silent…
Gossiping feet of the passerby.
I see the ‘helpless being’,
Crying to deaf ears.
Alone it was, alone in the crowd,
I find Gangtok in the blues.
How shall I know?
How shall I believe?
Was that a serious attempt?
Or simply a masterpiece,
Red Panda in Gangtok town.
I was there when they were digging up the whole place and remember this red panda lying face-down in the muck. I hope Daddy is right, otherwise we'll have to surmise the carved words have become its epitaph!
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