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.