Pakistan

After a hectic academic semester grip
My mind yearned for a relaxing trip
To Pakistan. My parents weren’t really amused.
At first they disallowed, but were now confused.

Disrespecting, I took an early morning flight.
Despite warnings at dinner the previous night.
I landed, and to my embarrassing despair
It was reeking with filth everywhere

I asked myself ‘Should I go back?’
But, nay, my mind was back on track
With baggage in hand, will and the urge
A vacation to look forward to; and splurge

I took the local newspaper and sat
‘Indian Leaders playing tit for tat’
was the headline. In dismay, I turned the page
To find more articles on Pakistan’s rage

My trip was short; there was a lot of pressure
To fulfill my desires to an adequate measure
Mohen-jo-daro? Shopping? I couldn’t decide whether
the places are worth it, or am I making heavy weather.

I witnessed the ‘Indus Valley’ in all its bloom
‘Twas my happiest state of mind, I’d assume
Relics, flowing water, it was paradise!
The romance of it all, I couldn’t suffice

It has always been an ancient religious place
Of visitors of every colour and race
European or Indian; how does it matter?
The scenic beauty of the place, sure does flatter.

Alas! The moment had now arrived
To move on with the travel schedule contrived
I rose and washed my hands with care
And proceeded to wear my underwear!

(now read the poem once again with all the puns in place)