Dom Moraes,
Whatever think you about you yourself,
But you not an Englishman,
But a Goan Christian.
What that to if become you
A ditto Englishman,
With the English blood
flowing in your veins.
Your pose of being a smoker
And a tippler
Would have been beautiful
Had you not divorced, left and abandoned so often?
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