Ravana, the Indian princess, who lives in <br />a palace just outside Bombay, has invited <br />me to her sumptuous home; alas, I can not <br />go, years ago, when in New Delhi, I kissed <br />a sweet flower lady on both cheeks and was <br />chased around the city by a mob who threw <br />sticks and stones, had to wear a false beard <br />for weeks and just made it across the border <br />to Moslem Pakistan. A court order to arrest <br />me, promptly, for lewd behaviour still stand, <br />so I guess my princess will have to come see <br />me at my modest cottage, if she wants a kiss <br />on her rosy cheeks; not at the airport though, <br />No! Goodness, Gracious Me!<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-indian-kiss/
