Where were they?
Where had my poor friends gone?
Why had they left this leafy shed?
How did they vanish, my friend?
I don’t know, don’t ask me.
Why did they vanish?
I can’t tell, friend, don’t ask me…
Once, our town boasted of these
Lungi-clad sweaty invalids
And in the sun and rain
They wheeled, and with them
We wheeled too
Now, they are a lost case,
Speed people need,
Defeated without a fight,
Huddled in a pen and
Tourists visit them on holiday
Their death wish is fulfilled,
Satisfied, some eat corn,
Others ice and cream.
