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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Indian Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Indian Dream </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I saw an Indian princess coming out of a limousine, not <br>an actress, pretending to be royal. She was dressed in <br>a sari made of the finest silk that ad been spun eight times <br>was airy and light as a zephyr. She wore diamond earrings <br>and necklace of black pearls on her swan like neck, <br>she looked so aromatic and esoteric had I seen her coming <br>out of the loo I would have been quite flummoxed. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Eyes downcast, a demure mien she didn’t see me waving <br>at her, when crossing the street a guard shaded her with <br>a green parasol. I’m going to India before the monsoon, <br>I’ll find the princess drive her home to Portugal in <br>a low-cost Indian car, I will have to install an air condition, <br>one cannot have a princess transpire, mind, if she did it <br>would be pearls of sweet honey on her brow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>

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