After the Raj
A XANADU POEM
We crossed the Indian Ocean, setting sail
From Bombay. I can’t remember the wind
On my face, so long ago, or recall
What made us leave that magic land behind.
I have sweet memories that I play over:
The moss green waters of the mountain lake
At Naini Tal, when I was young for ever,
And dazzling stars kept all of us awake.
There by the Ganges where my father stood,
Fishing in the foothills of the Himalayas,
There I too drank the air and understood
All this would end one day, both play and players—
All history a dream from heaven sent.
The ship plowed through the waves and so we went.