Road To Kipling's - Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR
We are not to thin red heroes
nor aren't we bodyguards but single
heathem, nigger, beggar of racial superiority
loot, don't the British soldier on red earth
a choice and his drum and mouth
he wished to set on another road
the ballads of the east and west.
Mouleim as wrongly used for 'saw
a long street in London, all men equal
Moses asking to do 'unto certain things
but neither country nor the road
the law of ten commandments, great Gaud Buddh
as the dawn and thunder roars dry salvages'
and the sunshine on the palm tree tinkle bells
o what is that sound so far?
on the painters eye, dark tree deep woods
a snake came my way, golden bowels of the earth
tortoise that i together horror struck
one against i had no complaint
stop and pretend till you think
of all the future that blossoms into flowers
old-fashioned'-when all must be well.
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