In the spirit of well-meaning satire, a droll little tribute to our visiting PM, Imran Khan. You’re still our best hope. (Read to the general lilt of “Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat…”)
The flags are flying at full mast
The PM’s coming to town
The green and white, oh what a sight
For diplomatic, foreign affairs of the heart.
He’s also got the go-ahead
To traverse through enemy space
The Indian stratosphere, oh dear oh dear
What if he disappears before arriving here!
A conundrum, a tragedy, a veritable geo-political disgrace.
But when all is said and done and he brings
His cooperative politicking to town
Then if things go his way or the way of the Modi
Is superfluous as he leaves some of his aura behind
That persona, that charm, oh what a man!
It is Love Actually* that i feel for Imran Khan.
The icon, the enigma, the sportsman turned statemsman of Pakistan.
(Yes, with sugary sweetness this verse is replete,
But I hope you can read the gentle comic relief)
And so I end this tribute with a nod and a cheer,
You’ve got your hands full our PM dear,
So while you’re trippin’ around,
This erstwhile seaside town
Do get some R&R with Lanka’s favourite Arrack and beer.
*Read Love Actually – Part 1 here: https://theroamingdesi.org/2020/09/21/love-actually/