Hers is an American dream,
But mine is an Indian dream
As live I with an Indian wife,
Had I an American wife,
I would have differently.
I shall live in India
With an Indian wife,
How can it be that I shall be writing
American poems?
Had I an American wife, I would have heard
So often, yea,
My fairly tall maiden
Responding nasally
In the golden tone of her own.
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