Sarcastic

 A ripened city lord In early morning mist and cold, A place of tombstones And spires of churches!Ah Christ! no miracles please! Let the wind be chill, Let what will, will, And not what thou will.(Ooty, 1982) [full story]

 In the midst of Edo and Dutch Red bricks and black granite architectonics, Tourists, homeless, old, and drunk, Sit here and there on grass patches, Impassively munching snacks for dinner.Two male cobblers Are vigorously polishing boots In the company of drunks Their hands matching the Speed of the motley traffic.People are rushing to ... [full story]