India
with the sweet amber color
you look at love
like a gentleman
who seems to be
copied in a stationery shop
from a decal
outside shouts the Indian city?
current affairs?
speed?
has a smile
in your goddess hair
a wild azalea
and the colonial world
believes itself to be intellectual
like a theater in silence
and the colonial world
believes itself to be spiritual
ah India
and refined poetry
let it be
your story
of the swinging
of the movements of oblivion
of the oriental rustling
and the colonial world
believes itself spiritual
Sweet aromatic goddess
You are the idea
of an azalea