I am not a tall person

About six feet I guess

My son and grandson

They are more than six

They tower over me

They expose the real me

They make me look small.

Oh! The effort I put in

To carve out a new me

Uplift me to the highest

That people call me tall;

Handsome of course I am

My wife said so describing me

To the local police who had

Come asking for me;

I had called

My P.M. a pucca loafer

He often loafs about abroad.

Where I am concerned

She does not lie.

If the police pinch me

Make me stand beside Modiji,

They would make him look small,

With the Indian police present,

You can expect

Anything to happen, anytime.