Where the colonialists

Studying, working,Wanting to stand on feet,Grow on her own,Working in, doing the part-time jobTo go to EnglandAnd to nurture the dreamsOf a creative writerEven though the race and classGive them the appearanceOf the second class citizens,But her dreamsWhen she comes up to stand byThe spouse gets suspicious of.

And turned she into a dreamgirlAnd kept me on the track all the wayAnd I too became lost in the dreams of hersLeaving aside my worksSmiling far awayAnd dreaming of her.A girl gorgeous like the red roseI had never dreamt about,So fast and beautiful, lovely and fresh,So celestial and so attractively charming!

And conservatism,Bigotry and orthodoxyWill finishWhatever good it isIn American culture,Its thought and tradition.

And so furious?Is it the innocence stateFelt within?

The way you do it.CriticismDo youConstructively.CriticismIs an artOf evaluation, assessment.

Of Bollywood.She, after leaving the home,Boarding a train to be a heroineBut the philanthropic director turning he not.