A few drops sir, just to lift and freshen
Warmed over candle flame
A few drops sir it will be enough
To evoke the recall from your brain
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Of a vast country lost somewhere in memory
Where Maharajas would reign
And the jasmine in their palaces
Lay fragrant, washed by fingers of monsoon rain
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A few drops sir, to allow your thoughts some time
To drift over Himalaya and Rajasthan desert plain
And into verdant jungle corners
And hidden secret lanes
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A few drops sir of jasmine oil to help
A country you have claimed
A few drops of perfume lying in the air
Will seal your fate again
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A few drops sir, to lift and freshen
Warmed over candle flame
The theme of this so beautiful
Yet the tragedy's the same
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not only a few drops, the poem deserves an ocean of tears. How deeply you saw a country and how deeply you feel. A touching poem!
My dear Akhtar. Thank you so much for your wonderful comments and for taking the time to comment. I have just returned from India yet again this day where I find much to motivate me to write about..Thank you. Geoffrey.