A ballad, based on a real-life incident at Oxford, by Prof. Sanjoy, exclusively for Different Truths.
Looking for vegetables and discounts Major Gregory taps me on the shoulder. Stands erect like an old bamboo stick Curved by the weight of years, smile Broad and arced as the handle, fixed for a while. ‘Are you from India?’ Yes! What can I do...? ‘Dost! I am an Anglo-Indian. Was posted in Madras During the war time. Now they call it something Else, I don’t know. Do you understand? Old wine, old bottle, new label! There is Something in a name. My tongue It was which many of you use well, Give a twist, interweave like palm strips; Give a welcome luxurious tan. Or, let it go If it doesn’t help, jars and hurts. I am ninety-four, and haven't got much time. My servant, Pondran, saved my life, Risked his own. I wouldn’t be standing here Anarchists would have shot me dead. Yes, it’s true! My servant fought against his countrymen For me. It was regular, said the other officers. He could have lost his life to an ebony bullet For having fought against his own cause With a golden heart, dirty teeth and black skin. At this age, I feel more grateful to him Then anyone else in life. Beloved of the third wife, I want to give him $ 5000 for risk, loyalty, and love. Would you carry the money to India and give it To Pondran? I am too old to travel myself. Do you know where he lives? I can give you a clue. Postscript Pondran was more than twenty years older, Not likely to outlive his master And time on tongue and bleary-eyed memory had changed his name.
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Beautiful tongue in cheek style poem!