On the coronation of Good King Obama the First

cartwheeling along my merry way
to parts hitherto unknown, i paused
for a moment to collect my thots,
which had been jostling around my
half-fried bheja in all the
upside-down-and-all-arounding, happy
(my thots) to be allowed a chance to
go walkabout, instead of gathering dust
amongst the farther reaches of
my greying matter.

i had lost my bearings, which
in and of itself was not
a worrying thing, for as i told you
up above, i had started out by
putting on my explorer’s hat (lost
somewhere along the way, i have to say).

my thots, though free, stayed jumbled,
but my eyes were captivated by
the sight of mother T and chandragupta