Indian Princess

The Indian princess that I am The stars for my earrings My warm gaze melts the snow on the Himalayas, From the water in the ganges I seek the path of my love Draped in silk my broken heart Clutching to my bosom the Pink Cashmere shawl I seek from the mahout The prince’s path I open my palms seeking Alms of love, they said to me “look in your heart of gold” My heart is not mine Since the prince passed by, By the palace of love, His back turned to me He left me alone with His heart of gold the dust from the sandalwood i smeared on my forehead i looked for his name in the Oranges of the mehandhi in my hands, from the yellow of the turmeric on my cheek I seek his warmth. with the black of my kajal i wrote my songs my prince when he returns from the seven seas with the Persian dancers at his feet the warmth of Africa he will bring for me and love from his heart heart of gold and the love that he brings and the love that i give so pure like a child only for him, truest of true only for him 27 August 2015