Freedom for tomatoes

The Life and Times of a Tomato dealer

However much you have learnt

Of a tomato dealer who preferred

Three initials before his name,

And lost his mother

Quite before her

Breast feed proper;

And let him suckle

His left thumb nipple;

Until he turned sixteen

And took his helper's job

To a tomato dealer

Supplied freshly reddish fruit

For the British outfit

At Madras market.

And to an officer's maid

Looked plump and proud

When Emden threatened

The harbour's blow off

He remained a bachelor

Idolizing M.K.Gandhi

Once he had met

Him walking brisk

Daring arrest at risk

Over the beach at dusk

He dreamed that his

Basket of Tomato

Would be replaced

By freedom of Gandhi

Indeed ..indeed his

Basket of Tomato

Was replaced not by

Gandhi's freedom.

But restored by the

Plump proud maid

For a jolly good raid

Never kept in hide

The Tomato dealer

Leaving the freedom

For his nation

Sailed with the maid

To take care of her

Horse and the coach

Until reaching thirty five

When she was dead

Her loving husband

Offered him a fare

To return to his

Freedom and deal

The maid was gone

And the void was prone

The tomato dealer

Denied the healer

Two days later

A corpse was found

On the river of Thames

With suck up left thumb