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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chomillah palace in Hyderabad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The palace was luminously wet and reached out to sky<br>In its shadow lay the kings and their faceless women<br>Whose fine drapery interrupted their noses and seeing eyes<br>Under big-vaulting domes and resounding halls.<br>Their noises went up to the ceiling and returned empty<br>Like their noses and eyes lost from their faces.<br>They were not lost actually but had never been there.<br>When the silks arrived they forgot the women’s faces.<br>The women sat there gossiping about other women, <br>Other women in the harem and their fine draperies.<br>Their men’s bloated egos did not show on men’s faces; <br>Their men’s egos showed on the women’s stomachs, , <br>On the little heirs to the throne who came from there.<br>A fine bangle, a glittering necklace and some pearls<br>Hush talk about the latest addition to the harem<br>And other scraps of conversation went on as it rained.<br>They had no faces for the evening conversation, <br>Only bodies fully draped in the finest gilded silks.<br>In the beginning they sat on the ground huddled.<br>Later the West grew on them in the white man’s land<br>And they sat on sofas and high backed chairs presiding<br>Tea ceremonies just like the sophisticated women.<br>They still did not have their noses on their faces.</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=Jagannath+rao+Adukuri">Jagannath rao Adukuri</a></strong></div>