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as the morn sun shone
on the spider's soft misty web  
a hue prism did show
A seasoned lover
Clever
I praise her tea’s flavor

Thank her for the gift
Of morn’s spirit lift
My adoration she savors.

We sit with the brew
Talk a word or two
As each morning we do

For something more who cares
With a table and two chairs
Four hands and cups two.

A small time but enough
To make things less tough
Brave the day hereafter

A small space yet deep
Spent in blissful sip
In banter and some laughter.
Had I not
thought it right
when I left her.
Handsome girl
You charge two rupees for your service
And it’s too small for all your distress
Being for sometime my mistress!

But I love those silken cheese
That charge me five rupees
Wet in oiled black curls
Handsomest dark skin girls!

Can’t get me all the white
What I get from her all night
Turn me a slave her power
Aroma of her hair’s flower!

Are you free of shame
O girl what’s your name
Else how you give freely
Yourself for a sum measly!

Someone’s wife or mother
Tell me why I bother
And not pay you in my pity
When you sell you for poverty!
Before the 1857 Sepoy Mutiny in India and especially during the 18th century, ****** relations were quite as exploitative as the East India Company’s other relations with this country. An imagined sketch of that, this write is inspired by Jeremy Paxman's "Empire: What Ruling the World Did to the British" (2011).
 Jun 2014 shaqila
Jack
~

I loved you like there was no tomorrow...
there wasn't
 Jun 2014 shaqila
Traveler
I dreamt about true love so deep I cried
So beautiful and unattainable, still I tried
I tried to hold on as long as I could
Yet my words are so often misunderstood...
Traveler Tim
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