The Parliament is in session

Make no noise,
Can’t hear their voice
Stop playing with them and their lives
They aren’t toys

Step back, let us hear them
Make no noise
Let us hear their voice.

Mr. Speaker are you listening to our pleas?
Ask them to make no noise
We want to hear what they’ll speak.

Are we to stay silent?
And listen to this ruckus
Is it not our right?
To hear them speak?

Just passed the hall which houses them
There’s more humdrum
Than that which marks?
A primary class


No one is ready to hear anybody
One shouts the other screams
No one actually speaks

There is not a shadow of doubt in my eyes
That when they are there time flies.

It’s been many years since they’ve said something
Which was heard?
Ask them to be silent
And make no noise.


I am dying of hunger and they only speak
No one cares, the future is bleak.

They talk about the damned rule book
About adjournments and motions so as to speak
While my brothers are looking and turning weak.

Sometimes in the winter session sometimes in the monsoon rains
Have I seen my hopes going down the political drain.

Mr. Speaker ask that fellow to raise hid voice
I can’t hear what he’ saying.

Mr. Speaker tell them not to make that noise
I can’t hear the minister’s voice.

Daily Postal Service

Get behind the wheel ,let's go shopping
I'll buy a bed ,you can buy a chair
The man behing me is blowing the horns of his vehicle
let him do his bit, I don't care.

The light turns green for just ten seconds
when it turns red it's for a minute
I don't know why but it is unfair
the engine of mine can't spin it.

There's one fellow trying to overtake me from the left
I can't see what he is doing
A fellow is tailgaiting me I can't stand it
want to tell him "back Off Stop screwing!"

The lanes are not proper
those on the right wanto take the left turn
those going straight have nowhere to go
stand behind the crowd that's what you get to learn.

I don't know why these top gears were provided by maker
I have bever used them in the city
Why the hell does the speedometer count 200
a misprint , what a pity.

My rearview mirror is showing an approaching vehicle
driven by a man impatience written all over his face
things are closer than they appear, I read this on the mirror
sure they are he whizzes past me without a trace.

Everyone is breaking the lights and knocking their car against others
all the bumpers are broken and the bodies scratched
I am driving around in an old model
what do I care if it's not a hatchback.

Look at the young lady in her Ford
she sure wants to win this race
I don't know where she's going and who's waiting for her
that she's on the road alive by the good God's grace.

A radiostation is playing some nice old songs
but the man on the back seat is wheezing
he doesn't give a fig for it
he wants to reach home.

There are some men who had parked their vehicles on the road
and now want to take them out just as you pass
they wave their arms as a warning signal
they want you let them pass.