THE RAJ & THE ROSE 37,000 ft Across Europa we ... - damowords

With measured pomp & pageantry,
Exotic extravagance,
An Empire grants a colony
Elevated eminence,
This nucleus of the contree
Spared no magnificence -
Now the natives are ready to govern
The lords shall soon depart, their duty done.
As a hundred Sunday innings
Spreads round the grassy mile,
Tricky spinnings, wicket winnings,
Each man an Anglophile,
For cricket is to India as Egypt needs the Nile.
Tuqluqubad
To Delhi spread the dead prophets ambit,
First city of the Mughal emporer,
Whose submitters aid spirits to submit,
Bedazzl'd by carpets & chased silver;
Thro' sewer streets
My cycle rickshaw rolls
Til some splendid fort greets me with grand, rouge-blush'd walls.
Akbar sounds the sacred trumpet,
Rajarajadhiraja!
Round onion dome & minaret
Mussalmen kneel in prayer,
Mounted archers & swordsmen set
For the Digvijaya -
A ball is launch'd from golden cannon's mouth,
The cheer goes up, an army marches South.
These battlements bat infested
Still stand triumphantly,
Here rests the dead Raja whose head