I am amused <br />At the gentle smile <br />You always hold <br />On your rodomont face. <br /> <br />You force our way <br />Into the sullen hearts <br />Of the humble homes <br />Erected on the blocks <br />Of hope and despair. <br /> <br />On the rectangular dining table <br />Your smiles beckon to the warmth <br />You serve as a host. <br /> <br />And then the roasted rooster, <br />Muscular mutton, <br />Fried sago, boiled potatoes <br />And the broccoli <br />Drenched in vinegar. <br /> <br />The cask of the red wine <br />Elates the heaves to heaven. <br />The fair fingers of your lady <br />Spice the dinner well. <br /> <br />You still stand <br />Smiling and laughing <br />Over the agonies of times, <br />And your ladies <br />Perching the breaths at the up <br />Against the mounts of despair. <br /> <br />You remind me of my Indian brethren <br />Ever ready to extend <br />Warm hospitality.<br /><br />Harish k. Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gentle-smile/
