Axis & Allies - damowords

Cricket
This short, Byronic sortie to the East,
Sometime tourist, sometime adventurer,
Sees sublime sunsets as each new night pieced
This myriad India together;
Yon Udaipur,
The honeymoonerʹs dream,
I trundlʹd to Jaipur to watch my native team.
Some worship Christianity,
Or pray five times to Mecca,
Perhaps Laxsmi, Saraswathi,
Krishna, Lord Vishnu, Siva,
The Buddha, Kali, Parvati,
Durga or Ganesha,
But all thro India one god is king
Sachin Tendulkar at the opening.
With friends I met at Andaman
We watchʹd a thrilling game,
With swifty ton K Peiterson
Cunning spin bowlers tame,
Each stroke aplauded by our hosts, the batsman flashing flame.
Jaipur
Kipling Country
Reaching the eastern edge of Rajstahan
The stands abandoned fortress goblin‐hewn
While wandering within & round its span
I wondered if it was some vedic boon;
Neath red rampart
I Kiplingʹd for a week,
For poets slowly part from places quite unique.
Drom a dying Satisʹ final words
Flew an ancyent prophecy,
ʺWhen princes meet hunting the herds
Born of Mewar & Bundi
One must die!ʺ Ajit aimʹd at birds,
His arrow flies keenly...
Whether by chance, by fate, by secret gain,
Rana, the prince of Udaipur, lay slain.
I took a ride thro villagery,
Sought out a waterfall,
It seemed to me like ecstasy,
Immersing bodyʹs all,
& driving back, dried by the breeze, felt burdens lift from soul.
Bundi