You hear her first. <br />Imperious tone, even as she only asks <br />'Is Begum Sahiba home? ' <br />Then in she sweeps, <br />Lime green, magenta silks <br />Flying like billowing sails <br />Upon a Spanish galleon. <br />Hair flowing like the waves <br />Arched brows and flashing eyes; <br />Every movement <br />Embodying <br />Generations of pride and power. <br /> <br />'You know, I cannot understand <br />What Yahoos we are rearing now. <br />No culture, manners-only show, <br />Parvenues and rich 'chichore'. <br />Never read a book or give a damn <br />About what happened in past time. <br />It's just so sad. But what to do? <br />So let's have tea <br />And you brief me <br />On what you're doing'. <br />Then breaks that dazzling smile, <br />Like sunlight, universe-embracing.<br /><br />Margery Rehman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farida/
