I longed to be a servant of the Queen—
though she didn’t love Raleigh or me,
even after the war.
It was a dream you’d be drinking, and then there you were.
We waited almost 11 months for the storm to stop
while you called to apologize for the lie I
was busy thinking of India—
305 sleepless nights will do it to you.
It was Alam Ara or Layla in reverse.
In winter, the ship never landed;
the water was blue after your soul had gone
but this Pleistocene tranquility left me rather empty.
Then the sails caught fire—
Adrift with leaden lifejackets.
It was sort of sink or swim.
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