I peep out of the window and see the imposing Harrods
They say it is the best
People all over the world come here.
Photographs with Harrods in the background are prized possessions.
Mama, papa, kids and grandpa, all of you have come,
It is raining hard, but, that doesn't bother you a bit.
You have worked all your life, for this day.
To shop in Harrods, is an announcement that you have arrived in life
Time has flown by,
Grey hair has given room to purple J
All you buy is a Pucci bag
And are back to where you belong
I drop the window shades,
Sip in some sparkling water
And think about the double rainbow that just disappeared
.
.
.
The a/c breaks and the windows are opened again,
A melancholic bagpiper tune bites my ears
The rhythmic tapping of the musician’s feet is no balm
Distracted, I peep out again
Now it is a bunch of girls with colored hair
Their stockings getting tighter by the day
The McD guy hands out a pamphlet
For them to throw it in the nearby bin
Announce they do, their arrival, in style
The overly dressed doorkeeper opens the door to heaven,
Harrods it is.
The girls are in for a surreal treat
They purchase the most precious item
The Pucci bag.
A bag made of animal skin,
A shop made of mud bricks,
People made of colors,
Without and within.
Harrods it is.
The rainbow has passed by,
The bagpiper guy is tired,
The rain has stopped
My window shades have been dropped.
~ Avinash Patra
They say it is the best
People all over the world come here.
Photographs with Harrods in the background are prized possessions.
Mama, papa, kids and grandpa, all of you have come,
It is raining hard, but, that doesn't bother you a bit.
You have worked all your life, for this day.
To shop in Harrods, is an announcement that you have arrived in life
Time has flown by,
Grey hair has given room to purple J
All you buy is a Pucci bag
And are back to where you belong
I drop the window shades,
Sip in some sparkling water
And think about the double rainbow that just disappeared
.
.
.
The a/c breaks and the windows are opened again,
A melancholic bagpiper tune bites my ears
The rhythmic tapping of the musician’s feet is no balm
Distracted, I peep out again
Now it is a bunch of girls with colored hair
Their stockings getting tighter by the day
The McD guy hands out a pamphlet
For them to throw it in the nearby bin
Announce they do, their arrival, in style
The overly dressed doorkeeper opens the door to heaven,
Harrods it is.
The girls are in for a surreal treat
They purchase the most precious item
The Pucci bag.
A bag made of animal skin,
A shop made of mud bricks,
People made of colors,
Without and within.
Harrods it is.
The rainbow has passed by,
The bagpiper guy is tired,
The rain has stopped
My window shades have been dropped.
~ Avinash Patra
