BITTER SWEET REVENGE
Sanjoy Saksena | 15 Oct 2007
Swapping didn’t work, malaria had claimed his wife.
Her feverish humming and their buzz
Made the summer heat worse.
In her rising and falling breast, heavy breathing
He saw the fluctuating prices and future business.
Tears trickled from his eyes like a drying tap.
Tiny flying poisons made him insecure,
Homely English consolation and bitter quinine
Were eighteen uneven, dacoit infested miles way.
In between came a slim and shimmering river,
Curves folk songs celebrated as the mistress’s waist.
The stable-keeper’s fourth wife was the lady’s ayah,
The master took good care of her eating and welfare.
She served bitter mixtures and pills with feminine satisfaction
And massaged the master’s brown hair with perfumed oil.
He eyed her well and viewed her Muslim brethren suspiciously.
On greased cartridges their fingers could slip.
When the local chieftain Muhammad Ali mutinied
His followers attacked the mud plaster house,
Strangled the sick woman to a tight death.
The war cry Allah O’ Ackber rent the air
And dozens in battle gear torched the huts of the company.
Black smoke was a signal to the white man.
Complaining about low profits and high risks
In spice and indigo trade, and omnipresent flies
The master after burying his wife, quickly
Ran away with the stable-keeper’s youthful wife.
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Department of English Studies
University of Allahabad