DarlingNikki
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- Joined
- Dec 29, 2002
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I don't write much poetry and I wonder if someone can help me with the following poem in any way, particularly if you can let me know how it comes across to you. It's still VERY much in progress so don't hold back. I don't even have a title yet. Thanks for any help.
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big bright black eyes and dirty skin
she eats an ice cream cone oblivious
while small hands reach out
onerupee onerupee
hello, onerupee
step out of plastic sandals
to worship with marigold petals
at the foot of Krishna Shiva Rama
this is your Karma
accept it
hot air and sweat
rattle over grimy tracks
chai chai chai at every station
old Auntie reaches out
smiles me a mango
milk for my baby
coins from your country
very best guide
you like henna tattoo
Psst. Fucking… fucking?
no mother no father no husband
trailing sadly through the market
yeah, me neither
that’s why I’m here
have another bhang lassi
white girl with dreads
where’s the sitar and the tabla
where’s Ravi Shankar
Where’s the real India
Psst. You’re soaking in it
...
big bright black eyes and dirty skin
she eats an ice cream cone oblivious
while small hands reach out
onerupee onerupee
hello, onerupee
step out of plastic sandals
to worship with marigold petals
at the foot of Krishna Shiva Rama
this is your Karma
accept it
hot air and sweat
rattle over grimy tracks
chai chai chai at every station
old Auntie reaches out
smiles me a mango
milk for my baby
coins from your country
very best guide
you like henna tattoo
Psst. Fucking… fucking?
no mother no father no husband
trailing sadly through the market
yeah, me neither
that’s why I’m here
have another bhang lassi
white girl with dreads
where’s the sitar and the tabla
where’s Ravi Shankar
Where’s the real India
Psst. You’re soaking in it