Tuesday 25 November 2008


16th Road, Bandra...


Looking through a tinted pane

I see a car passing by

Reminiscent of drunken East Indian Catholics

who sold Their shares of the Queen of the suburbs’ sky...


“Change the channel Grams

You’ve watched this a million times”

“Go away from here, I don't go outside like u do...

U kids get everythin, yet u whine...”


I think it’s because she never had a T.V then...

Wat did they do then to pass time???

Thankfully they used it constructively,

Illegally selling homemade Wine...


“That wine’s got u where u r now

We started from a tin shed u know

My wine money and ur father’s hard work

Never forget that you fellow...”


I sipped on that spirit

the one she brewed years ago..

but not to get drunk, just to savour lush green history…

“Yes Grams I know...”



Copyright ©2007 Kenneth A Hopkins

3 comments:

Unknown said...

This Poem is about my Family Roots and about the legacy that has been passed on to me...It is not one of an ascension from one strata of society to another but the desire for a better life, of security and of comfort for the future generations and the tireless attempts to achieve that goal...

clemde@gmail.com said...

did the drunken Parsis also sell their bungalows in parsi colony dadar and the drunk Gujjus in Santa Cruz and the drunken Goans in Calangute and the drunken Englishmen by the Thames ?

Unknown said...

I don't claim that opinion to be accurate or incontestable- about Drunk East Indian Catholics who sold their legacy...there could have been innumerable reasons that could have led them to do so...the above being one of them (Some of these 'drunkards', are related to me)...but just for record that opinion was passed on to me by my grandma who is entitled to her opinions as are you to yours and me to mine...