India Haiku, Vol. 2

edit: forgot to type some, added them.

Vast India,
home to one billion souls;
A touch excessive

Is this a street,
market, barn, or sewer?
All of the above.

Child, I am deeply
aggrieved you lack candy. No, I
don't have ten Euro.

A veiled woman
walks up broken stairs, bowl
of bricks on head

Rudyard Kipling,
greatest observer of India.
Nah, he a bitch.

Solar-powered
desert vehicles; I dream...
No more camels.

Retired Frenchmen:
leave India. Take your wives.
Go drown in brie.

I witnessed it
with my own eyes: four goats
tied to moped

Oh Rajasthan!
After countless centuries,
still mostly sand

Sixty rupees?
Taj Mahal snow globe, with leak?
Thanks but no thanks.

Baa baa black sheep
Have you any wool? If not,
I'm eating you

In the desert
a nose twitch, strong now, a sneeze.
Gross clumps of sand

Attention rapt,
I turn. She offers bangles.
I misheard.

Personal space,
hygiene, silence, and Reason,
I miss you

Hey good lookin',
what's your spicy cookin'?
Oh, sounds dreadful.

Cutting through smog,
scent of incense...correction:
opium

Hey girl, your six
yard sari could be our
six yard bedsheet.

Hold up, did you
see that? That just happened.
What the fuck.