and this they said was life!
you should go take a walk down champagne alleys
before you talk such rubbish . . .
Presidency College was glum and desolate
in a May evening as we went down
together, clumsily hand in hand
with our rotten memories . . .
and yet they’d say this is life,
as the ravens fly back home defeated
against a drooping, hunchbacked sun
that’ll burn for years to come . . .
and you, Roopsa, to think that you
once promised to see me through,
guide me along the
of your feline terrain . . .
and they call this life, they do
ask them to take a ramble along
all the champagne alleys,
through and through