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
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