A fully loaded bullock cart,
The eleventh hour of night
And the Prime Minister who sleeps
On the front seat of the carriage
A limping lantern sways beneath
And the disoriented cart reaches a turning
The bull walks according to its impulses
Criss-crossing vehicles speed away
Bang on and knock down the cart
The cart goes right on one banging
And to the left on another banging
It sways and skids but lingers on
At the eleventh hour of night…
By Ismail Meladi
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