Gopi Krishnan Kottoor
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We used to sit
Around the red teak table
With the Book Of Knowledge
Open with its picture
That's where we were soon going.
To the country that stood out like the cat muscle
On Cassius Clay's shoulders
We would get there,
As soon as father's office papers
Came back from New Delhi.
For days, months, years,
Africa was our mulberry bush.
Africa. In all weather, the book would lie open
Upon the teakwood table.
We would sit and dream of the crown of Pyramids
Or of our feet dipped in Uranium.
The pygmies came ...