What do we know of the Indian culture?
The films with endings which you can forecast,
A multihanded gold Shiva’s sculpture
And famous yogis - such a weird cast!

Once a yogi in the mood
Could
Starve a month and manage with
Ease.

But today they’ve got a new
Kink,
Eat a lot and in full view
Drink!

Come on! Big deal! We also are soggy
With vodka - though we aren’t exotic guys.
With us on every corner there’s a yogi,
Just ours is always in disguise!

Many tricks a yogi can
Play.
Once on nails a yogi man
Lay.

That position he for long
Kept,
For a week he on and on
Slept!

A lot of secrets any yogi’s keeping,
One day I’d ask a yogi tete-a-tete:
How come a yogi’s still alive and kicking
If even something poisonous he ate?

With no air he can dwell
Well,
He is hurt with no word
Heard,

His own life he with one phrase
Stops,
“Die” he’d say, becoming a
Corpse!

I asked a yogi, dining on hardware,
He chewed a razor like it was a cake:
“Reveal your secrets, I’ll keep mum, I swear!
With me your secrets to my grave I’ll take!”

Very simple his response
Was,
With a bicker we began
Then.

I will not repeat what he
Said,
On his words no light can be
Shed!