Not yours, He remarked;
Then whose, I asked;
Charged me with plagiary.
Impose decree, He could not.
The course I could see
Not established,
And the Indian air it was.
Soul reigns supreme on Indian soil,
Physical proportions may it assume.
Thus see his work being appreciated.
The work on which improve he cannot,
Arnold's perfection he can achieve not.
Head high wade through the ‘subway'
Establish and add to the Indian air.
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