Last Night

As we returned from our vacation,

There was a crisis in our nation.

The word on people’s lips was war.

And who could tell what was in store?

There seemed to be no sense of dread

At contemplating millions dead.

Some people thought, “We’ve millions more

And in the end we’ll win the war.”

No one seemed scared of radiation,

Instead there was a strange elation.

And then the foreigners withdrew,

Both sides looked at things anew.

The holocaust was stopped for now.

No one quite knew exactly how.

Of this and more we spoke last night.

Somehow it didn’t seem quite right,

That we enjoyed our food and drink

While the world was at the brink .

But truth to tell, we had a blast,

The talk of war seemed in the past.

For once again we were with friends

Discussing all the latest trends.

The wine washed out residual dread.

Sanjiv made sure we were well fed.

While many seemed to love the fish

Carpaccio was my favourite dish.

But then we turned a little sad

In spite of all the fun we had.

The party was for David Good

And all of us had understood

The Goods would soon be going home

To Washington, the modern Rome.

Bombay will miss the Goods a lot,

For Ila and David touched the spot.

But the shrinking world’s a tiny ball.

From time to time we will call,

There is no reason for a fuss,

We’ll visit them, they’ll visit us.

We know that very soon they’ll leave,

But thanks to Poonam and Sanjiv,

We’ll have the memory of last night,

Even when they’re out of sight.