It was in the evening
of twentieth July
nineteen fifty-nine
full of so much
meaning
that the spaceship
carrying this alien
soul
entered the earth’s
atmosphere
to become whole
and landed at Kalyani
hospital, Madras
before proceeding
bare ass
to a poor Tamil tax
collectors home.
Poor man; little did
he know the portent
of impending destiny
so potent
and named the alien
as Suresh.
Fifty five years
later
he still scratches
his head
and wonders how the
f*
from out of his
worthy bed
he could spawn such
muck
For genetics could
not explain
nor the soothsayer so
lame
how such a nice man
an extraordinary Sun
could have birthed
such a contradictory
Son
Indeed a mystery of
nature
To be unraveled only
in the future
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