Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Mutiny on the High Teas

Slay the sandwich and its ilk,
At once non-kosher and sacred.
No tea – out damned spot of milk!
It won’t rule us – that’s no secret.

Build bonfires for the biscuits and cakes,
Chop heads off crumpets and scones,
Burn the cheeses at the stake,
About pies and crackers make no bones.

Eighteen-fifty-seven’s the year –
Make the Yeast India Company flee
With its fine china and all its gear
And put the crown on chutney idli.

 

← Maithreyi Karnoor