Thursday, 25 August 2011

The Mappila maid and the tapper of toddy

As viewing a veiled Malabar  maid, waxes wroth the tapper of toddy
'Thou shameless Mappila jade! Cover thyself with my body!'
Tho', coupling, we cup clay & Alethia's lathe blithely turn
So Ireful our Love's lay upon Keats' irreal urn.

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