Nice To Meet You
I had heard of Black-
beauty
From highly learned
men
And, a twiggy oily
figure!
I have always
appreciated.
City-women walk in
style
Wear stylish and
talk in style,
A Cow-boy shall
always commend!
But I have
somewhere read,
An Indian American
poet to his
Syrian wife wrote
An unknown love
poem!
Blaming her of
dating once
A Muslim friend.
Therefore ere we
may walk together
any more,
Tell me, for instance!
Have you visited
that saint’s shrine?
There, near your
abode,
The fort’s on the
Rocky Mount;
Climbed those
hundred-fifty stony
stairs?
Yes!
Many many times, in
that sweet nonage
With grandma.
And nowadays on
almost all Sundays
In the evenings, with
my mom.
Ah! Ah!
Then you must have
Fed the wild-
pigeons’ flock, corn;
Helped the lame,
blind beggars with
coins, and rice;
In the festivals’
nights
Served the waking
worshipers—coming
from the far villages
in country,
Fried in ghee, the
rice,
And in Samovar—
Kahva!
Yes, my dear Yes!
I have, I have, I
have.
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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