When the first European White belle,
I mean beauty
Would have landed on the Indian earth,
The Indians would have viewed her
In utter astonishment and wonder
Bobbed, handshaking and smiling,
Saying bye-bye, goodbye,
Kissing and hugging,
A memsahib in the bungalow
Bearing the heat and dust
Of exotic, vast and varied India.
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