I Love South Asian Women

I married someone in America, "My royalty" - But can you look away from Brides in Sari* That long, silk or chiffon sheet several feet long Wrapped with tantalizing patterns around And around, until thrown over her shoulder? Another act of royal bearing, wearing Sari ... Even the floral tops over pants (Kurtah-pajama) Become these stars - even in zillahs - far from Bollywood The elegance was first sensed in my Mom in Africa Yes, I was raised by Hindu-Muslim folk far from India But with all the curries, puri, chapati, samoosa, subjee Any South Asian would die for, even in sumptuous America ... LORD shows me these hard-working Moms who give And never stop giving: see them in USA Right under your noses, running businesses Going home and cooking real food from scratch Even to the n'th course with heavenly deliciousness I cannot imagine the non-stop cultural fountains They draw from, to love so much: man and children Add grandchildren, and her energy yet abounds So, I know what I missed, when I emigrated ... From Hades, I watch Abraham's Bosom Without blame: praying for those in villages Without much water, or sanitary napkins, yet As sanitary as Princesses: cooking, healing, generating The next great doctor, computer guru for you And for me, in the West. India's loss and mine Are your gain: God loves you so much ... Say that to yourself when U see a South Asian lady (Now you know why your eyes linger on my Sister)