An Indian girl wanting to look like a foreigner
Has cut her hair short
To be bobby-cut
And has browned the hair
To look golden and glistening.
Not a White memsaheb is she,
But a brown sahiba
Wanting to speak Hindi
Even in an alien tongue,
Anglicizing it
Stylistically.
She wants not to walk on earth,
But like an upsara, a celestial damsel
In heaven
Whose legs will not place
On this earth of mud and soil,
Taking always fanciful
And imaginative flights.
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Interesting poem Dubey Ji. For some reason people want to explore what they can be, not what they are. Appearance seems easiest for them to change and explore.